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Heart's Detour | Kim Sunwoo

SUMMARY: there has been a rise in kidnapping cases in town, and your brother feared for your safety and decided to send someone who would keep you safe in the meantime. what you least expected was that the biker gang's leader was the one your brother had gotten for you, thinking that this could probably be the biggest mistake you'll ever make in your life.

PAIRING: biker!Sunwoo x afab!reader (feat. lieutenant!Jacob)

GENRE: biker au, angst, crime, fluff, thriller, slight suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, first and foremost Sunwoo is very flirty and delulu here 😃👍, slow-burn, pet names (sweetheart, princess, kitten), violence, action scenes (certain parts may contain slight bit of gory content), mentions of weaponary (guns), minor characters death, blood, betrayal, mentions of crime (kidnapping and human trafficking), slight mention about sex, traumatic backstories, mentions about mental well-being/health, Sunwoo is shirtless at one point 👀, kissing, making out, yn also flirts back but it's only to keep Sunwoo in place 🫡

WORD COUNT: 22,779 (what in the world.)

A/N: 1/3 of the fics for this christmas season is out!! @itsbeeble @kimsohn for the both of you 😚 maya consider this my early birthday gift to you ❤️ also a huge shoutout to @justalildumpling @from-izzy for beta reading this whole chunk of bad boy ily both sm i appreciate you always 💕💕💕

“Oh my god, you look like my next big mistake.”

That was the first thing that escaped right out of your mouth as the familiar figure pulled into the driveway. You already knew who it was—that black leather jacket, the black helmet that covered his breathtaking look (as much as you didn’t want to admit it), and the slightly worn-out boots he always wore.

It was the moment he took his helmet off and shook his hair to clear his vision so that he would always look straight at you and smile before you decided to ruin the mood.

“Now that’s just rude. I was nice enough to accept your brother’s request to come pick you up.”

“What makes you think I’d go with you, Sunwoo? You’re one of our district's most dangerous human beings,” you deadpanned.

“Look sweetheart, it’s either you hop on, or I’ll leave you behind. For your information, I would still drag your ass to ride my baby because I would not want to be fed to the hound dogs by your brother.”

With his reply, you quickly glanced around the area you were in to find that it was dead silent and empty and that it was already going to be midnight as you glanced at your watch. Knowing that you didn’t have a choice, you reluctantly grabbed the helmet Sunwoo was extending to you and placed it over your head.

He smirked at your reaction, knowing very well how he was the only option to get back home. Before he did the same, he hopped back into his vehicle.

“Grab on.” That was the last thing he said before covering down his face shield as he started the engine. As you gently wrapped your arms around his wrist, he gave the throttle a few twists. Instantly, the bike propelled forward, and you were both on the road.

It wasn’t unusual for your brother Jacob to cancel on you and be unable to pick you up from your job location on the city's outskirts. You knew deep down that he was always busy with his job back at the station. He was one of the lieutenants of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, after all. When duty calls, he has to stay behind and arrange transport for you instead.

You have repeatedly reassured him that you could take the bus back home or figure out how to deal with matters like this on your own. However, your brother insisted that you were not to take the public transport back as there has been a sudden rise in crimes in the city.

Additionally, the town you resided in was infamous for the biker gangs, the one that the man in front of you was part of. Nobody dared to come close to them, fearing for their lives as they were capable of doing the worst possible things you could’ve imagined. But it was part of their persona that they always kept up with, as it helped them stay safe from potential dangers or threats against them.

Hence, you have never understood why your brother, who is part of the police force, would associate with a man like Kim Sunwoo. As far as you and the public knew, he was the leader of the biker gang in Seoul. As soon as his name was mentioned, the public would keep a distance and fear the man himself. But because of how often you have interacted with the man, you find him to be the complete opposite of the image he painted towards the public.

In reality, he was a goofy guy and not as terrifying nor harmful as the public had determined him to be. He was careless at times, getting all ahead of himself, which completely paints the picture of him being delusional. At times, you would tease him about something, and that was when you realised he gets scared easily. Talk to him about a ghost story, and you can guarantee that he was going to piss his pants even before you even reached the climax of your story.

In other words, he always looked out for you in your brother’s absence, and he would lurk behind the shadows somewhere, ensuring you would be all alright. You were pretty sure that he probably signed some sort of deal or contract with your brother to do so because who were they to spend most of their life looking out for a young adult like you?

You were definitely grateful for that, as much as you would never admit it straight up to Sunwoo’s face; you just couldn’t understand why a biker leader like him would associate with you and your brother.

As you both rode for a bit, you eventually found yourselves back in the heart of Seoul. There was something about riding a bike as you took in the breathtaking view as the wind rushed past your tousling hair, sending this thrilling sensation down your spine.

If you were with a complete stranger, it would have set off so many alarms in your mind because of the multiple biker stories you have heard from the news and your brother.

But somehow, for some reason, riding with Sunwoo has always made you feel comfortable and safe.

Perhaps it was why you decided to hop on with him in the first place. It was your first time riding his bike with him, yet you weren’t too mad about the idea. In fact, you were kind of grateful that your brother set up such arrangements.

It didn’t take you both long enough before Sunwoo eventually dropped you off right at your doorstep. You got off the bike with ease and handed the helmet back to him as you walked up to your front door porch. Right before you decided to turn the doorknob to open the door, you turned your head back to see that Sunwoo was still there looking at you.

“You’re not going to kidnap me, aren’t you?”

“Come on, you actually think that I’m a pervert? What makes you think so, sweetheart?”

“Many reasons,” you spat.

“Rude.”

“I’ll take that.”

“Well, now that you’re back home safe and sound, I’ll finally take my leave. Let your brother know about it.”

With one final glance, he lifted his feet on the ground back up to his bike before twisting the throttle again to give his motorcycle an immediate surge of power, and he sped quickly out from your neighbourhood.

As you got into the comforts of your home, you made yourself comfortable before sending your brother Jacob a text to tell him that you were safe and sound before tucking yourself into bed.

Throughout the night, you just couldn’t help but ponder why the biker’s leader would actually care or even listen to the law enforcement to escort you back home. He couldn’t have cared less and certainly had much more pressing matters than dealing with a young adult like you.

As you tossed and turned in your bed, that question remained in your mind, keeping you wide awake all night.

Kim Sunwoo, just who or what exactly are you?

“So you’re my personal babysitter now?”

You were chilling at your local coffee shop, rushing up your remaining assignments due the following week. You were still a university student before your part-time job, and had no choice but to sacrifice most of your sleep and free time to deal with pressing matters.

Just as you were typing away on your laptop, a familiar figure suddenly approached you with two cups of iced macchiato in both hands before he plopped down on the seat right across you and handed you one of the drinks. You raised an eyebrow at him, making him stop sipping his coffee away.

“Brother’s orders,” he replied.

You had no idea why exactly Jacob was doing all of this. In fact, he hasn’t been coming home much for the past week as he had been caught up with work at his station, which is also where you assumed he was sleeping for the time being. During his absence, the infamous biker leader who was sitting in front of you has been personally coming to pick you up from work every single day.

You thought that since you were off to focus on your studies this whole week, you would finally take a break from the delusional man himself. It turns out you were wrong, and he was here with you in the coffee shop you once called your comfort place.

You didn’t entirely hate this guy, though; it was more of questioning why he was associating with you more often now as one of the town’s most feared individuals. Naturally, that also caused the people around you to give you the side-eye or just avoid you like the plague, all thanks to the one and only Kim Sunwoo.

There was a moment of silence between you two as you continued typing away on your laptop. It wasn’t long before the male bent over to peek at your laptop screen to see what you were working with.

“Don’t even bother helping me.” You replied bluntly.

“You never know I might be an expert in your field of work.”

You sighed. “Kim Sunwoo. It’s literature.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be the biker gang leader for no reason. I’ve got great communication skills, after all.”

“For your information, it’s about writing a 2000 essay review on William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.”

Upon hearing the novel's name, he immediately grinned widely before scooting his chair closer to you, giving you this puppy look that he was now very intrigued by your work.

“Oh my god, Romeo and Juliet is my absolute favourite! Mark my words when I tell you I am a huge fan of romance novels or TV shows!”

You sighed in defeat when he began reading the essay that you have written so far; you could tell that he was the type not to let go of something that piqued his interest. He was even reading it very diligently, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight.

“Hey, don’t look down on me. Just so you know, I aced all of my tests back in school and was a model student.”

“Hmm, questionable, but I will take that.”

Just like that, the time seemed to pass as quickly as possible, and you were even surprised by how much knowledge he had about the classic novella itself. It was intriguing to find out that he got invested in the topic and was able to help you brainstorm specific ideas that you could add on to make your essay much more sophisticated.

Right when you were about to type away to finish up the final parts of your essay, you suddenly felt a little tap on your shoulders, which made you turn your head back to see who it was. Once you laid your eyes upon them, you quickly shot up from your chair and gave them a big hug.

“Kisa! Where exactly have you been? Everyone at work has missed you so badly.” You hugged your former co-worker tightly, rubbing your cheeks together even as it had been months since you had last seen each other.

“I know. Things have been rough recently, and I had no choice but to take a short leave.”

“You could have at least told us what was going on, Kisa. Weren’t we all your closest buds around town?”

She chuckled. “I guess.”

There was a little awkward moment of silence between you two, which you thought was a bit odd as Kisa used to be an excellent talker who would always have a topic ready up her sleeves. You quickly examined the look in her eyes, and you could tell that something was off; it almost felt as if she was trying to tell you something, but she couldn’t for some reason.

Hence, you decided to ask her. “Hey Kisa, is everything alright—”

“You know, Y/N! There is this new cafe right towards the end of the street where we could go that serves your favourite croffles. It’s been a while, so why don’t we catch up for a bit?” Kisa asked rather hastily.

You could sense that something was off from her tone of voice and speech, and you desperately wanted to find out at this point.

“Yeah, of course! Let’s head off—”

“I’m sorry, but she won’t be able to join you today.”

Immediately, Sunwoo grabbed your wrist, pulled you back towards him and wrapped his hands around your shoulders.

“You see, Y/N is actually on a date with me today. Perhaps the both of you could do it some other time? I apologise for that, miss.” Sunwoo replied with a smile on his face, and that immediately made Kisa back off.

“Y-Yeah, of course! I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Y/N. I’ll see you sometime again soon!”

Instantly, Kisa turned her heel and dashed towards the front door. Just like that, your co-worker you haven’t seen for months disappeared into thin air once again. You quickly darted your face back to Sunwoo, trying to interrogate him as to why on earth he had done what he did.

“Kim Sunwoo, I knew you were delusional, but that doesn’t mean you could do that to me—”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Sunwoo immediately cut you off and quickly helped take all your belongings for you as he pushed you towards the front door, right towards his bike. Once you both had strapped on, Sunwoo immediately took speed and quickly drove away. During the entire ride home, it was obvious that he knew or saw something, as you felt his whole body was all tense up as you wrapped your arms around him.

He was awfully quiet too, not even sparring a glance back at you during the journey, and that alone was weird enough for you since he would always joke around and shout aloud amidst the busy traffic to make sure that you were still able to converse with him.

But no, not this time.

Once he dropped you off at your front porch, he kept scanning the area around your house and wouldn’t even try to speak with you. When you finally removed the helmet and handed it back to him, he quickly grabbed your wrist again, and his grip tightened against yours.

“Whatever you do, stay at home for now. Do not leave unless it is me or your brother who answers the door,” he spoke firmly, making sure you get that through your head before he finally let go of your grip.

This was the infamous biker leader you grew up listening to rumours about how he was cold in reality, and as to why so many people were terrified of him. There was this aura around this man, and that whatever came out from his mouth, he meant business, and he wasn’t the type to joke around when he set his mind on something. It was also the deathly cold stare he gave that scared so many people, including you right now as you witness them firsthand in person.

Giving him a little nod, he lets go of your grip so you can finally head up to open your locked front door. Once you had turned the doorknob and taken your first step in, you glanced behind again to see that he was still giving you that cold death stare. To be honest, it terrified you a little, and you knew that you couldn’t ask what the whole fiasco happened back at the cafe, at least not for now.

With that, you walked right into the comforts of your house and closed the door shut, eyes still glued towards that cold death stare from the biker leader. You tried your best to distract yourself by cleaning up the house a little and getting yourself all cosy and ready for bed while sparing a few glances at your windows to see that Sunwoo was still there, staring directly at your house, or rather, at you.

It wasn’t until the clock finally struck midnight that Sunwoo decided it was time to leave you alone as he drove off and disappeared.

Whatever happened today was enough for you to finally conclude that something was up, and you needed to know. It surely must not have just been a pure coincidence that Sunwoo has been popping up in your life just like that out of the blue, and how your brother actually trusted him and asked that he took care of you in his place, and with what happened today at the cafe with Kisa.

Something was definitely up, and you needed answers.

Immediately.

You couldn’t care less if you were to be scolded by your big brother. When you woke up this morning, you quickly called for a taxi to take you to your brother’s station. It took a while to convince the ones at the reception that your brother was one of the lieutenants, so they had to call Jacob and make him personally come down to escort you.

Jacob's eyes widened upon seeing you, but the moment he saw your face, he knew that you came here for a good reason and that you weren’t just here for a visit.

After passing through the multiple securities, you finally ended up in his office on one of the top floors. Luckily, things weren’t too busy, so your brother had some time to spare with you.

“Hey sis, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come home lately nor pick you up from work. It’s just that I have had so many cases to deal with—”

“Jacob, I need answers.” You cut him off.

It was the look that you had in your eyes that made it absolutely clear to Jacob that you weren’t leaving until you had the answers that you desperately wanted. It has always been like this for you, even when you were a child. You were persistent and would do anything to get whatever you wanted. With you seated on the couch in his office, you leaned back slightly and crossed your arms and legs, indirectly telling your brother to do the same.

Jacob let out a deep sigh before he finally got himself comfortable and placed a hot cup of freshly brewed tea he had made just for you right onto the table, pushing it towards you before he finally sat down across the couch from you.

It took a moment for him to rub his palms together before lifting up his face to look directly at you.

“Y/N, please know that I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe at all times—”

“Not that, Jacob. Just cut to the chase, please.”

“It’s…well, long story short, there have been multiple cases of young girls who have been going missing for the past couple of weeks. And we have been searching high and low for clues but to no avail.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he finally spat out what had been bugging him for weeks.

“Okay? And what does that have to do with you sending the infamous Kim Sunwoo to care for me?”

“You’ll be needing him, Y/N. I promise he will surely be looking out for you, no matter what.”

“Well, that’s reassuring to know. But why, Jacob? Since when have you ever associated yourself with a dangerous man like him?” You questioned.

This time, you could tell that your brother was slightly hesitant in his next words and struggled to come up with possible answers that would please your curiosity.

“That’s…something I can’t say for now. But you will eventually find out yourself soon.”

You scoffed before standing up and raising your voice towards your brother. “Jacob, I came all the way out here to hear answers from you, my own brother. The fact that what happened at the cafe last night was odd enough, to the point that Sunwoo even gave me this death stare warning me as if I may be in danger or something. I have no idea what exactly you both are planning, but you better tell me everything from the beginning for God’s sake, right this second.”

There was this apologetic look in his eyes as he stared right back at your now-turning-red face, standing up and placing both hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down. It was then, all of a sudden, that there was a knock on his door, and he instructed whoever it was to come in. It was one of his subordinates, and he was summoned to the chief’s office to discuss the missing cases further.

Before Jacob left the room, he turned back to grab his jacket quickly and hastily put it on while speaking to you for one last time.

“Stay here, Y/N. I’ll drop you back home after I’m done with this meeting. I’ll try my best to return as soon as possible.”

Within seconds, Jacob and his subordinate rushed out of the room and closed the door shut. Now that your brother was gone, there was no way that you would just sit back and relax, knowing that there have been cases of young girls going missing around town. You needed to learn more about this, even if your brother isn’t willing to tell you anything more about it.

You decided to salvage through his work desk, opening up each cabinet to see if you could find anything useful regarding the case. Scanning through the multiple files that he had kept away nicely, it seemed as if your brother might have taken the file that contained potential evidence or information about the missing girls, so you were left with nothing that could give you a bit of an insight to what exactly was going around in town.

That was until you discovered a little slip of paper peeking through one of the files.

You quickly took it out from the folder, and a smirk began to form on your face as you read through the information on that little piece of paper.

“If you’re not going to tell me, Jacob, I’ll figure all this out myself then.”

With the last remaining pocket money you had , you managed to hail a taxi to bring you to the specified location that was written on that little piece of paper. However, you gave the driver a slightly different route than the one from the paper, for you knew that no ordinary citizen would ever step foot within the infamous territory.

The moment you stepped out of the vehicle, you assumed that you would be walking for about a good ten minutes before you were able to arrive at the exact location. You didn’t mind that in the slightest bit; you just needed to find the right person to ask the questions that have been gruelling in the back of your mind.

The walk towards the location wasn’t exactly smooth as you had to pass through the woods to get there undetected. It was already dark out then, so you had to rely on your handy-dandy torchlight from your phone to guide you through the woods. It felt eerie, and the crackling sounds as you stepped on the branches scattered across the ground didn’t help in the slightest bit.

But you had to remind yourself that you came here constantly for a purpose: no matter what, you weren’t going home empty-handed. With the best of your abilities, you pushed through and eventually, arrived after almost an hour of walking, where, in reality, it would’ve taken you ten minutes if you didn’t spend most of the time getting lost in the woods.

What mattered was that you were finally at the location, and upon first inspection, it was a vast empty parking lot filled with motorcycles from one end to another. Thankfully, there were multiple huge metal transport boxes that filled the area, so you sneakily stepped out from the woods and ran to the closest one to hide.

You decided to sneak your head out a little and peek through the corners of the box, and as expected, you were able to spot several individuals towards the far end of the parking lot. Some of them were leaning against their bikes as they drank to their heart’s content while chatting away, while others were ultimately passed out and fast asleep in the empty garage at the centre.

Judging from the location you were at now, it was nearly impossible to hear precisely what those individuals were talking about. If you want to get your hands on concrete evidence, you have got to move closer.

With a quick dash, you ran towards box by box while trying your best to be undetected. Each time you managed to get from one box to another, you always gave yourself a quiet sigh of relief and tried your best to calm your beating heart down.

Okay, just a few more boxes to go. I can do this—

Instantly, someone came up from behind to cup your mouth with their hands while the other was wrapped around your chest, trying to calm your muffling sounds down.

“What in God’s mind were you even thinking of stepping foot in this place?”

That voice. It belonged to the person you have been longing to find in the first place.

“S-Sunwoo,” you muffled as his hands still cupped your mouth.

At that moment, both of you heard footsteps coming closer to where you were and knew you were about to be cornered. There was no reason for an outsider like you to be present in the biker gang’s territory, and you would pretty much be skinned alive if you were to be found.

Time was ticking, and you needed to think of a way to get out of here undetected.

But thankfully, it seemed as if Sunwoo had everything under control.

Or so you thought.

Just when the few bikers came around the corner, a loud gasp came from them as they witnessed the sight beyond them. Never in a million years would they have caught their boss making out with some random stranger in their base.

“U-Uh, boss? What exactly is going on?” One of the bikers stammered, hoping that the question asked wouldn’t get him into trouble.

It took a few seconds for Sunwoo to turn his head to look at them with his face looking like a mess as if he had just had a steamy kissing session with whoever he was with, as he was also trying his best to protect your identity by pushing your head down towards the crook of his neck.

The bikers gulped at the sight, but Sunwoo quickly gave them a plausible answer for now.

“You see, this little one has gotten some valuable information from us, and I’m just doing a favour to get them cough up whatever shit that they know and to ruin them a little bit for some fun.” He smirked.

That was enough to shut the bikers up, and then they quickly brushed it off, telling their boss that they would get a quick smoke to loosen up a bit. As they finally walked away and the coast was clear, Sunwoo immediately lifted your head to get you to face him directly. He could tell you were beyond speechless and there was this unreadable emotion on your face.

Confused? Mad? Upset? Maybe all of it at once.

But that didn’t stop him from dragging you out of that place as he quickly brought you back into the woods, going through the dark passageway once again until you both ended up back on the road you originally came from.

That was when you finally freed yourself from his grasp, and you began raising your voice at him, even if you didn’t mean to.

You didn’t know what you were feeling at this point either; one thing for sure is that you definitely felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening. As much as you tried to open your mouth, the words wouldn’t come straight out. With that, Sunwoo decided to help you finish your sentence instead.

“Admit it, you liked my kiss.”

Your eyes widened. “What the actual bullshit, Kim Sunwoo.”

“So now you can talk.”

God, this was starting to get to your head badly, and there was just so much vulgar language that you wanted to throw at the man in front of you. But it seems that Sunwoo was once a step ahead of you.

“You’re up to no good, princess.”

“What do you even know, Sunwoo-”

“I have a pretty good guess that you came without telling your brother, or rather, against his orders.”

You absolutely hated that Sunwoo knew precisely what was going on in your mind and how he could read you perfectly. It was as if you were just plain as day; your discreet movements or actions you’ve tried to keep secret will always be revealed quickly against your own will.

Eventually, you decided to give in. “Fine. I did.”

“Now, someone is not being a good sibling, aren’t they? Might have to report back to big brother Jacob, and someone’s going to get some timeout—”

Before Sunwoo could finish his sentence, you quickly stomped towards him and grabbed his collar, seemingly shutting him up for a moment.

“You’re going to tell me everything. Every single detail, Kim Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo already had a good guess as to why you were here in the first place. You came to find him and took the risk of visiting his hideout written on the piece of paper you found in Jacob’s office. Mentally, he was throwing curses at your brother for not spilling the details because now he was the one who was going to do it instead.

Jacob Bae, I sincerely hope that your microwave is going to break down so that you will be having cold meals for a period of time and that you will get your ass kicked by your CEO for not having much progress in the missing cases.

From your not-so-nice friend, Kim Sunwoo.

As much as you almost exerted this fiery aura, Sunwoo did not flinch in the slightest. He was used to things like this anyway; he was the biker gang’s leader after all. Instead, he grinned back at you.

“You clearly have lost your mind thinking that you can manipulate the biker leader to spill out the deeds for you. It seems that you have not experienced why exactly the public fear about us, Y/N.”

This time, he slowly takes a step forward little by little, and you slowly begin to back off while your hands remain on the collar of his shirt.

“Let me tell you a little something, Y/N. The moment when you stepped within our territory, you were just as good as dead meat.” Sunwoo continued.

Another step forward.

“Do you know why the public fear us, Y/N? We are predators. And predators hunt for prey who messes with us.”

Another step forward.

“And you little innocent citizens of Seoul have officially become our prey because no one messes with us. I mean, no one. You have chosen death when you decided even to come close to us.”

Another step forward.

“So you might as well say your last words before I devour you up, hmm?” Sunwoo then stops at his track as he leans forward so that both of your faces are mere inches away, and he closes his eyes while giving you the biggest smile you have seen just yet.

That alone was enough to shake you to your core.

It was just as portrayed in books and TV shows, on how smiles make the villains ten times worse than they are. When a villain smiles, you drop everything and run for it.

If only that were what exactly you did.

You straighten your posture before you spit back at him. “You won’t have the guts to do that to me, Kim Sunwoo.”

“And what makes you think that, sweetheart?”

“Because you love me,” you spat.

Upon hearing those words, the smile immediately fell from his face, and a shocked expression replaced it. Sunwoo quickly backed off and took a few steps back away from you.

Bingo.

“N-No, I don’t.” Sunwoo chuckled.

“Jokes on you, young man; you were literally head over heels for me, that’s why you agreed to babysit me in the first place.”

You instantly noticed how flushed his face was getting as he quickly cupped both sides of his face with his hands, trying to calm the heat down. But that did not stop you from moving towards him now as you continued taunting him.

“You know, I think your fellow bikers would be delighted to hear that their boss was in love with a commoner like me, don’t you think? I’m sure the biker community loves to hear romance since you boys have been angsty all year.”

“No no no! Not the biker community! I’m supposed to be a cool leader everyone looks up to and worship goddamit!” He was now covering his ears like a little child.

Oh, Kim Sunwoo, you indeed are such a sucker for romance.

Finally, you took the final steps and stood before him, placing both hands upon his shoulders, and you returned a devilish smile.

“I think someone’s got a good explanation to do before I feed him to my brother’s hound dogs back at the station.”

“Y/N Bae, I absolutely would love to ruin your makeup right now.”

“Kim Sunwoo, I absolutely would love to throw you straight into the river right now.”

After that confrontation on the empty road, you both decided to take this whole conversation elsewhere before any of the bikers made their way out to confront you two again.

So you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike and drove a little to the well-known spot in Seoul, Han River.

Since Sunwoo had barely recovered from your counterattack before, he was clearly distracted as he droved through the city, constantly putting out this pout and sulky expression on his face, making you want to tease him more. Occasionally, you would purposely snake your hands up to his abdomen to his chest, which made the male squirm and his body tense upon the contact, making him cry out loud, for God’s sake, and somehow apologise throughout the entire ride.

The moment you both got to the river, Sunwoo immediately asked you to get out of his vehicle while trying to calm his pounding chest down. Unfortunately, you were nowhere near done wrecking the bike leader, so you snaked your arms around him as you dragged him out from his bike, taking them down to one of the stairs facing the river.

Sunwoo was not in the right mind and was trying his best to counterattack, which at one point he did. But thanks to the taekwondo classes you took back in the day, you quickly turned the tables around.

So now Kim Sunwoo was the one pinned to the ground while you were hovering above him, pinning both his hands above his head while your legs kept his in place, leaving him no room to move around.

“If only being delusional wasn’t my weakness, I swear Y/N…”

“Tell that to the ones who created you.they were the ones to cast this spell upon you.”

“What do I get if I tell you the truth?”

You paused for a moment. What were you going to repay him exactly?

But since you were already keeping up with this facade a couple of hours ago, you might as well continue the seeds that you have planted.

“A kiss from me to you.”

Upon hearing those words, the male smirked before finally closing his eyes and let loose his body slightly.

“Fine, Y/N. You win.”

With that, you also did the same by slowly releasing your grip on his arms, knowing well how he wouldn’t be counterattacking you soon.

“What I am about to tell you, Y/N… I’m not exactly sure if you’re able to stomach it all, to be honest.”

“Nothing as bad as the cases that my brother has done, I bet.”

“Fair. Your brother deals with brutal homicide cases, after all.”

Sunwoo then propped himself up, and you decided to give him some space by getting off him and sitting crossed-legged at his side. It took Sunwoo a moment to gather his thoughts before finally telling you the whole story.

“Y/N, did you realise why I dragged you away on that day you met that co-worker of yours?”

“You meant Kisa?”

“Did you notice anything strange about her?”

“Well, yeah I kind of did. Her demeanour was setting off many red flags in my mind for sure,” you replied. The thought about Kisa once again made you frown; you have been constantly worrying about her since that day.

“I’ll tell you right now that she is one of the girls who had gone missing for the past couple of months.”

Missing? Is she related to the missing person cases that your brother was dealing with then?

“The fact that she has reappeared all of a sudden was strange enough, and luckily, I noticed a barcode tattooed right behind her ear.”

Barcode? What exactly was going on?

Sunwoo noticed how perplexed you were with the whole situation and sighed before continuing with his words.

“Y/N, I think you do know what happens when someone is tattooed with a barcode on different parts of their body, don’t you?”

No. It can’t be. You knew exactly what it meant, but you wouldn’t have expected it to happen to someone close to you, let alone to one who has suddenly disappeared from your radar, only for them to reappear out of the blue.

“No, you don’t mean it.”

“Come on, Y/N. You know exactly how crime works in Seoul, especially in our district; it’s corrupted, and plenty of cases like this go unnoticed because the culprits can often get away undetected.”

That can’t be true; you absolutely can’t accept the fact that Kisa was a victim of human trafficking.

You slowly began to stammer in your speech. “S-So, you basically saved my life back there and then.”

“If you want to put it that way, I guess I did.”

This time, Sunwoo decided to scooch a little bit closer to you, and the tone in his voice dropped as if he was now whispering what crucial detail he was about to say next.

“Y/N, why did you think your brother made a deal with me to follow you wherever you go?”

You decided to break the tension in the air slightly by making a little joke. “I’d like to think it was your idea instead because you have committed to being my stalker.”

“Calling me a stalker is flat-out rude, Y/N. Especially after all that I have done for you,” he sulked.

You were glad Sunwoo could still joke around with you slightly to ease the tension.

“Fine, to keep me safe then.”

“That’s one for sure, but also because we made a pact to crack these cold cases together without the superiors in the station knowing a thing about this.”

Huh. “So you’re a biker detective now?”

“Yeah, a very cool one at that too. I saved your life not once but twice. Jacob should give me a pay raise, let’s be honest.”

“What do you mean you actually suck at your job. You have to have someone’s consent first before you start making out with them, especially in public.” You slightly blushed at that comment. You certainly weren't going to tell him that he took your first kiss away, and you hoped that your surroundings were dark enough so that Sunwoo wasn’t able to see clearly that your ears were beginning to look bright red as a tomato right now.

Unfortunately for you, he was a romance fanatic, so obviously, he could tell that you were embarrassed to say all of that. It was his sign to strike back now.

“Oh honey, that kiss was a little extra from your care package that your brother signed you up for. You should be grateful that you get an extra treatment from me.” He took a string of your hair and started twirling around his fingers.

“….shut up.” You muttered.

Oh god, how much he was enjoying this whole moment right there.

The next thing that happened was that he moved closer again and cupped both of your cheeks with his hands before leaning his forward against yours.

“What in the world are you even thinking of doing—”

“Y/N, listen to me closely about what I am about to say next, and I will only say it once.”

That made all of the embarrassment from earlier die down. Judging from the look in his eyes, you knew things were about to get serious next.

“Another reason why your brother personally asked for me to care for you for the time being was because he knew that something bad was going to happen real soon.”

“Something bad?”

“You see, we have been working together on this case for months now. With our thorough investigations, it’s clear that whoever was the mastermind behind all of this may actually be someone we are acquainted with.”

“Someone much closer to us, that is.”

Your eyes widened upon that last sentence, and you knew this case was far worse than you thought. It was a life-and-death situation if either of you let your guard down. If that was the case, it also meant that you weren’t the only one in danger.

Bracing yourself, you slowly and reluctantly asked Sunwoo something that you hoped it was just yourself thinking way further ahead than you should.

“J-Jacob isn't going to die, isn’t he?”

Sunwoo didn’t reply, but he stared straight into your eyes. With that, your eyes became teary, and you were on the verge of crying out silently. You knew that Jacob’s job always evolved around dangerous criminals, and there’s no guarantee that he might come home each day in one piece; he had accepted his fate ever since he took on the badge in the first place.

But now, with the recent events and how he had placed you under Sunwoo’s care, you knew that this was far worse than any of you had encountered before.

Tears began dripping down your face, and Sunwoo lightly brushed his fingers against your cheek to wipe them away.

“Y/N, from now on, I’m afraid you should stay as far away from your brother as possible. In other words, you’ll be stuck with me for now.”

“That doesn’t mean that I won’t be seeing him anymore, isn’t it?” You sobbed.

Sunwoo smiled. “Of course not. It is so that both of us can conduct our investigation much more smoothly without outsiders intruding on our plan. I promise you, I won’t let your brother die. That would also mean that the lives of both you siblings are at my outermost top priority now.”

“Why Sunwoo? Why would a biker leader like you even associate with us law enforcement? Didn’t you and your people hate us for decades?”

He chuckled before placing a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“Jacob Bae saved me and gave me another chance at life. And I am going to return the favour.”

It has been ten minutes since the both of you were back on the road again. You were trying to take in all of Seoul’s beautiful night views, as you might not see them for a while.

After calming yourself down at Han River, Sunwoo filled you in with everything you needed to know before you both took off back on the road. Based on what your brother and Sunwoo have been able to investigate so far, they decided that it was safe to conclude that the mastermind was either someone within the biker community or one of the higher-ups from the police agency. That was precisely why your brother was in a tight situation and was at risk of falling into the hands of the enemy since he was one of the lieutenants and had no control over his superiors.

It was precisely why Jacob decided it was best for you to keep a distance from him at the moment, for the fear that you might fall into the hands of the enemy. Hence, giving you to Sunwoo for now would mean that you had a higher chance of survival—being a biker meant that Sunwoo was able to move around much more freely compared to a detective who was bound by rules that he had to abide by at all times.

In the meantime, Sunwoo has also been on the go trying to figure out who the traitor within the biker’s community was who started all of this. According to the male, he guessed that someone from the detective agency was manipulating and might even be paying the traitor within the biker gang a large sum of money to traffick these young ladies out of the country. Since the bikers usually hunt out late at night, there was no doubt that the victims would have been vulnerable against them and quickly fell into their hands.

In order to keep you safe, and since Sunwoo has practically told you the entire plan, he has no choice but to bring you along on his investigations; as much as he hated that idea and he would much prefer locking you away somewhere where you could lay down low until the whole crime spree is over.

However, he knew that you would be much safer if you were within his sight range, and he would feel much more comfortable knowing that you were always near him.

He has learnt it the hard way before anyway.

As you both ride through the night and out away from Seoul, there is this anxious feeling rotten deep within your gut—you are terrified, knowing now that you have finally fallen victim to the dark, corrupted crime world in Seoul.

With that, your arms wrapped around Sunwoo’s waist tightened, and you gently laid your cheeks against his back. You just wished this ride with Sunwoo could have happened at a much better time and under better circumstances.

“Damn, Kim Sunwoo. Who knew you’d have a hideout in the middle of nowhere?”

You were astounded with the entire place. It was located outside of town, and it took the both of you about a two-hour ride to get to this place, which was eventually in the middle of the wilderness. You thought building a simple cabin here was a genius idea because chances of survival were much higher, especially for Sunwoo, who lives a dangerous life each day.

As Sunwoo guided and led you up to the steps of his front door, he inserted a key and unlocked the front door within seconds, and your jaw dropped the moment he turned on the lights that lit up the entire cabin.

“Welcome to my safe space, Y/N.”

Upon further inspection, you could tell that the entire cabin was built meticulously—from the sturdy timber that formed the walls, the simple yet captivating decor that filled the entire place, and the cosy fireplace that stood right at one of the corners of the living space. The entire place just felt comforting; even a stranger would agree when they stepped into this place in the woods.

Sunwoo noticed you had been slowly moving around the cabin, taking in all its glory. He decided that he wouldn’t be ruining this little moment you have and went straight into the pantry to whip up some hot cocoa for the two of you.

It all felt too good to be true. You have only seen or read places like this in books or films; never in a million years would you have thought that you would get a chance to reside, let alone step into a place like this at all. It was as if you were living in a dream, and you just wished you could shut off the outside world for a while and relax in this place for as long as possible.

As you slowly reach the fireplace, you notice how a picture frame sits at the top, depicting a young boy and a girl riding a swing at a park. You could immediately tell how it was Sunwoo in that picture, but you had no idea if the young female was his sibling or, perhaps, his past lover, if he ever had one.

Before you could examine further, you heard a little thump from behind you, and you turned to see Sunwoo was back with two warm mugs of freshly made hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He gently placed them onto the round wooden table he had before moving to the fireplace and threw some chopped wood in before lighting it up with the lighter he kept behind his back pocket.

You slowly sit on the couch to make yourself comfortable, take one of the mugs, and sip the freshly made drink. It didn’t take long for Sunwoo to join you as he sat on the couch on your left.

“I’d like to think I’m such a great host, don’t you think? I expect you to be writing a five-star review of this Airbnb on booking.com after your stay,” he smugged before bringing his mug to his lips.

“I never knew a biker gang leader like you would have a soft spot for ambience like this.”

“Hey, bikers aren’t all angsty and dark. You’d think I live for the colour black and own everything in that specific colour?”

“Don’t look at me like that. Blame the media for painting you guys exactly the way you are.”

Well, you had a point there. Ever since you met Sunwoo, you realised that not all of them seemed as terrible as the public had painted them to be. Even the biker leader is the same as many young adults: desperate to find love and obsessed with shoujo mangas.

As you took another sip of the cocoa, you gulped the liquid down slowly before enjoying your little silence, listening to the crackling sound from the fireplace as you slowly started to feel your eyelids become heavy.

It has been a long day; after all, you started by storming into Jacob’s office at the beginning of the day, trekking through the woods and finding out about the biker’s hideout, going to Han River and eventually here in Sunwoo’s cabin.

From the corners of your eyes, you could see how it would be early morning now—the first tendrils of light painting the sky in hues of a mixture of lavender and indigo, indicating that it would be dawn now. It was probably about five to six in the morning, and that was the last thing you could think of before you eventually fell to your slumber.

It took Sunwoo a few seconds to realise you had fallen asleep as he admired the skies from his cabin window just like you were. When he finally turned to look at your head, bending down with your eyes closed, the mug of now warm cocoa still nestled within your grasp.

Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you resting comfortably like that. It reminded him so much about her. It almost felt bittersweet then, but Sunwoo tried his best to get rid of those feelings before things started to get too deep again.

He slowly got up, gently opened up your fingers surrounding the mug, and took it off your hands to place it on the table. He then swooped his hands around your shoulders and under your legs before picking you up bridal style. Trying his best not to make a noise, he slowly brought you into his only bedroom in the cabin, gently laying you down on the comforts of his bed and tucking you into bed with his cosy duvet.

When he was about to get up from the bed, he felt something wrapping around his pinky before turning to see that it was from you. He couldn’t tell if you had a dream or if it was just by reflex as you wrapped your fingers around his pinky and tugged them close to you.

Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you doing so, and he sat down on the bed again, gently caressing your hair as you fell deeper into your dreamland.

Y/N. I promise I will protect you at all costs and avoid making the same mistake as before.

The chirping noises were what woke you up from your slumber. You squint your eyes as you slowly open them to reveal the sunlight shining directly into the cabin. You also heard clanking noises coming beyond the closed doors, and you decided it was time to get up to check out whatever it was.

As you opened the door, your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped as you approached the dining table. It seemed as if Sunwoo had made you an entire breakfast meal that looked identical to what you would get from the local diners in town. The man even took the extra step to brew you some hot coffee and placed two little jars filled with white and brown sugar so you could adjust your drink to your desired taste.

You slowly pulled the chair and sat down before Sunwoo turned around from the stovetop, placing a freshly made fried sunny-side egg onto your plate, and that was when you took in what Sunwoo was wearing before you eventually burst out into laughter.

“What was that about? I went the extra mile to make you breakfast.” Sunwoo pouted.

“N-No, it’s not that. I never thought you were a frilly pink floral aprons type of guy.” You had to cover your mouth and fan yourself because you were laughing so hard that breathing was hard by the second.

“You stop it right there. Someone special made this apron; I will not let you disrespect it.” Sunwoo was now pointing at you with his spatula, threatening that he would take your breakfast and eat it himself.

As you calmed yourself down and apologised, he finally sat beside you while still sulking because of your comment before and started cutting up his bread and sausages on the plate. When Sunwoo saw that you had taken your first bite, he couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark to lighten the mood once again.

“Hurry up and tell me that my cooking skills are top-notch.” He lifted his head high as if he was already praising himself before you even said anything.

Frankly, it tasted much better than what you had in mind. Who would’ve thought the most feared person in town was also a good cook? The fact that he was able to build this cabin on his own, cared for you, and made you a delicious meal was a bummer that he was still single at this point.

But since you have teased Sunwoo since the beginning, there was no way you would tell him that and continue feeding his delusions.

“I’m surprised that I did not puke nor have an upset stomach with the initial first bite, to be honest.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You ungrateful little brat.”

“Thank you, I’ll take that.” You grinned widely at him, making him return you with disgust.

Surprisingly, breakfast then went by reasonably quickly, and you offered to help clean up the kitchen even when the male insisted that you were his guest and weren’t supposed to do anything while you were there.

After a little bit of squabbling about cleaning the cabin up, Sunwoo heads out the front door, signalling for you to come with him.

“There’s this place that I think you’ll love, Y/N. Care to hop on for another ride with me?”

“Kim Sunwoo, give me your keys to your cabin right now I’m officially moving in.”

He giggled as you said that hurriedly before running down to the designated spot he brought you to. As you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike, he took you along for another drive that only took about five minutes away from his cabin. As you both parked the bike somewhere safe, he guided you to take a step deeper into the woods, where, eventually, you both ended up at a beautiful creek.

A crystal-clear stream burbles along the riverbed, bubbling over the surrounding rocks and branches. There were a couple of stepping stones that scattered across the stream, giving whoever chose to visit to have the opportunity to walk across from one end to the other. A couple of flowers blossomed at the sides of the river, giving the creek a little pop of colour.

It was a sight to behold. Who would have thought that there was such a place near where Sunwoo lived? At this point, you swore that you would label this entire outskirt as paradise, and you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life here, away from the capital's bustling streets.

You slowly made your way to the river, where you stuck one of your hands into the waters, letting the streams of water hit the back of your hand. Sunwoo then made his way towards you before bending down to pick up one of the pebbles on the ground, before tossing it across the waters to see it bounce on top of the surface before eventually sinking into the waters.

“Is there anything that you can’t do, Kim Sunwoo?” You asked as you saw how he was a master at skipping stones, way better than most people could do.

“I’ve been doing this for decades, Y/N. Of course, I am the master of stone skipping.” He proudly acclaimed before picking another pebble and tossing it across the waters again.

You couldn’t help but smile at that remark. “So that means you come here often, then?”

“Used to.” He corrected you. “I haven’t been here in a very long time.”

“Well, then, I’m grateful that you decided not to gatekeep such a place from me,” you replied, sincerely thanking the man for taking you out of the cabin to come to such a place to relax.

“You’re going to be staying with me for a while; obviously, I have to keep you occupied before you start complaining out of boredom in the cabin.” He stuck out his tongue at you before tossing another pebble.

“I’m not a kid, Sunwoo. I know how to keep myself occupied.” This time, it was your turn to give him a pout.

“I’m gonna bet on 10,000 korean won that you will be screaming out of frustration by the third day if you were stuck all day in that cabin of mine.”

“Then I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I can literally find anything to do to keep myself occupied at all places.” You were now standing up and stood right in front of the man, staring at him as if you were going to start a battle of who would be the first to back down from their words.

Sunwoo smirked at that sight, and it turns him on whenever you get all worked up because of his words. He wasn’t going to back down quickly, so he straightened his posture before firing back at you.

“Princess, you better buckle up because you have just turned me on, and I want to ruin your ego right now.”

“Try me then, Kim Sunwoo,” you huffed.

“Say, can you swim?”

You snorted. “Of course I can swim, what the hell—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Sunwoo pushed you on your shoulders, and you fell straight into the waters. It took a few seconds before you eventually returned to the surface, wiping off the excess water dripping down your face.

“Kim Sunwoo! What the actual—”

You were screaming at the top of your lungs, ready to yell and curse your heart out towards the male before you eventually stopped. Your eyes widened at the sight of him taking off his shirt that he was wearing, revealing a well-toned body and rock-solid abs as well as a tattoo that was situated right above his ribcage on his left.

He grinned before jumping into the waters and swam right up to you.

“I knew you would like what you saw with your eyes. I have been waiting for the right time to do it anyway,” he smirked before moving his fingers close to you to pinch your cheeks.

You quickly slapped his hands away before turning your back towards him, trying to calm your fast heart beating chest down. Instantly, you felt a surge of warmth slowly crawling up to your ears and cheeks, and you quickly rested both your palms on your cheeks, knowing very well that you were now blushing hard.

What is wrong with you, Y/N?

Before you could even process your thoughts further, you felt a pair of hands resting on your waist before turning your back towards the opposite direction. You have now come face-to-face with the man you were dreading to see, and you quickly turn your head towards the side and face the streaming waters instead.

You could clearly hear Sunwoo’s low chuckle before he rested his fingers underneath your chin, gently turning your face back towards his direction.

“I found your weakness, princess.”

“Shut up.”

Your now red-flushed face was making Sunwoo laugh while you were slowly losing your mind. All you could think of at the moment was how exactly you would get yourself out of this situation you were in.

Suddenly, you were brought back to reality as you felt Sunwoo’s thumb swipe past your lips slowly, his eyes now focusing on your smudged lips as if he was hungry for it, wanting so desperately to press his lips onto them as he slowly leaned down towards them.

Oh no. Oh no.

You started to panic; you had no idea what you were supposed to do. Sure, it wasn’t the first time you kissed Sunwoo, but your situation was much more different than the first.

Brace yourselves, Y/N. Just do it.

That was all that you could think of before closing your eyes tightly. It was now or never, and you surely have no escape. As you slowly waited for his warm, plump lips to land on yours again, it never came as you expected. When you slowly opened your eyelids, you saw Sunwoo paused exactly an inch before both lips met.

Was he in a dilemma? Whether he should do it or not?

In the end, Sunwoo broke off the tension and gave in to wrap his arms around you instead, giving you a tight hug as he rested his head under the crook of your neck.

What was going on?

“S-Sunwoo…what are you—”

“Let me just stay like this for a while, Y/N.”

As he took in a couple of seconds to relax his body over yours, you slowly snaked your arms around his back and caressed his back slowly, as if that was the right thing that you thought you could do at the moment.

With your touch, he tugged you tighter before eventually speaking his first words since he turned you around to face him.

“Thank you, Y/N, for trusting me. I promise that I won’t let you down. We’ll catch whoever this mastermind is and place him behind bars for good.”

You felt reassured, knowing that you will be in good hands for now before reuniting with your brother once the cases have been resolved.

“Thank you too, Sunwoo, for looking out for me and making me feel safe.”

“You slept in an upright position on the couch throughout the whole night?” You questioned the male, thinking that you might have heard something wrong.

“For the hundredth time, yes I did, Y/N Bae. I have no idea why you are making such a big fuss out of this,” Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck as he closed his eyes in annoyance as if he was tired of going through this whole topic with you again.

“Well then, I suggest we swap for tonight then. It’s not fair that you have to make yourself suffer especially when you’re the owner of this cabin,” you stated clearly.

“Have you ever heard of hospitality, Y/N? There’s no way I’m letting my guests sleep uncomfortably while they’re here. I might get a rotten review on booking.com the next day, that’s for sure.”

However, you weren’t backing down so quickly. “Fine then. Why don't we share the bed for tonight, then?”

That question made Sunwoo spit out the glass of water that he was drinking. He had to cough a few times to ensure the liquid flowed smoothly into his throat.

“Are you insane? There’s no way I’m sleeping with someone that’s the opposite sex,” he muttered as he continued to pound his chest while seemingly trying to stop the cough.

“Well unfortunately, I insist. I would drag you onto the bed myself if I had to. It’s not like I’m asking you to try anything funny; if you are, you wouldn’t be seeing the light of day anyways,” you stated clearly before pointing into the bedroom.

Sunwoo could only let out a deep sigh before caving into your words, knowing that if you both went on and on about this, the sun would rise before any of you would get a proper good night's rest.

As you both cleaned up and got ready for bed, Sunwoo watched as you climbed into the sheets and got yourself comfy before turning towards your left to sleep on your side and face the cabin wall. When he sees that you have stopped squirming, he gently lifts the sheets before doing the same, but facing towards his right so that he is facing the door instead.

It took him a while to fall asleep, unlike you, who fell into a deep slumber within seconds. He was not used to this after all, having to share a bed with someone; it has been a long time since he has done so, especially when the last person he did this was years ago with her.

Additionally, what happened down at the creek earlier in the day? Sunwoo had no idea why exactly he decided to do what he did, and eventually, he couldn’t bring himself to plant a kiss on your lips and went in for a hug instead.

Deep down, Sunwoo knew something was happening between you two, but he was afraid to commit or even think about the possibilities. After what happened years ago, he promised that he wouldn’t get too close to anyone unless they were the ones who saved his life big time; in this case, it was your brother, Jacob.

But now, it seems that Jacob’s little sibling was also slowly marking a spot in that enclosed heart of his.

Before Sunwoo could even think of anything further, Sunwoo slowly drifted off into his own dreamland and fell into a deep sleep like you did.

Hours had passed, and you both were sleeping peacefully until Sunwoo began hearing voices in his head.

Big brother…big brother…please save me… save me from all of this…please don’t let them take me away…

Big brother…Sunwoo…SUNWOO OPPA!!

Immediately, Sunwoo shot up from his deep slumber and broke out in sweats. Sure, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to get nightmares from the past; it was something he was still working on anyway. But it has been a long time since he had the exact scenario played in his mind; it was a curse to him now.

Sunwoo then brought up his fingers to rub his temples, trying his best to calm himself down without waking you, who was still peacefully sleeping on the side.

All of a sudden, Sunwoo’s phone lit up from the nightstand, and he grabbed it lazily while rubbing his eyes to adjust his vision so that he could see clearly what exactly the notification that he had just gotten.

It was as if the nightmare wasn’t enough to ruin his night; the notification was far worse than whatever he had just dreamt of.

Something that he dreaded would even occur at all throughout this whole investigation process.

Jacob Bae: This will be the last time I will be able to contact you for now. Please keep Y/N safe at all costs, and we’ll be in touch as soon as I can.

Jacob’s POV

It had been two days since you had left the building without Jacob’s permission. Unfortunately, the meeting lasted way longer than expected, five hours to be exact. Hence, by the time he got back into his dark office where the only source of light was the one ray of moonlight shining through the windows, his heart dropped when he noticed how you were nowhere to be seen.

Frantically, he skimmed through his entire office to see if you had left any clues behind, for the fear that you had been kidnapped, especially since you were considered to be vulnerable in the mastermind’s eyes, and how both Jacob and Sunwoo suspected that it could be someone from the biker gang or the law enforcement themselves.

After minutes of scouring the entire room, he eventually made his way to his cabinet beneath his desk, where he could tell that one of them was pulled open and the little note that he stuck out slightly on purpose every time was gone.

With that, he knew it could only mean one thing: you found the details of Sunwoo’s biker gang’s hideout and went there personally to confront the biker leader himself. Swiftly, he took his phone out before hastily sending Sunwoo a text.

Jacob Bae: My sibling is headed towards your biker’s hideout. Please get there and make sure Y/N is safe at all costs.

The moment he saw that Sunwoo had read his message, he finally fell back onto his chair, letting out a deep sigh of relief. As much as he was afraid that you had ventured into the predators' lair, he knew that as long as you were with Sunwoo, you would be safe from any harm or danger, even if he was the biker gang leader himself.

Hence, while you were under Sunwoo’s care for the time being, Jacob was able to focus on his job and tried cracking all of the clues and codes he had received so far for the missing person’s cases, all while he tried his best maintaining contact with Sunwoo to keep each other updated on the case as well as your safety through texting one another.

Things were going fairly smoothly until another missing person’s case was reported to the station just the night before. When he got to the registered location along with his subordinates, his stomach sank when he realised who had gone missing: your neighbour.

Jacob began to panic as it only meant one thing: there was a high possibility that you would be the next target.

Since that day, Jacob had worked tirelessly for hours without sleep or proper food. Your life is at stake right now, and he was determined that he was done playing this cat-and-mouse game with the mastermind. With that, Jacob tried searching for as many clues as possible, even the tiniest detail possible, and he went back to the crime scene himself to thoroughly search through the area once again on his own.

As if it was a miracle, he eventually discovered a strand of hair near one of the flowerpots on your neighbour’s front porch. He quickly took the evidence he had found and ran straight back towards the lab to get the designated ones in charge to do a quick DNA test from the database to find out who it might be.

After hours of extracting the possible information, it had been concluded that it was impossible to narrow it down to a single person as too many chemicals were found on that single strand of hair follicle. But that did not stop Jacob from finding the exact match for who it might be.

Hence, Jacob went through all of the case files once again, starting from the first case to the most recent, as he laid all of the details out onto his board in his office, writing down all of the necessary information paired along with red strings to help him connect the dots better. He was also going back and forth towards his desktop located on his desk, trying his best to find the right person from the database.

That was when he realised he had limited access to the station’s database. He had never had such issues before, so why had he been blocked?

At that moment, he knew that his instinct was right and that the law enforcement was hiding something dark from the detectives themselves; perhaps that was why they had an excruciating time trying to gather practically limited information.

Unfortunately for the mastermind who did all of this, Jacob was actually an expert in computer hacking. Before being promoted to lieutenant, he was a renowned hacker in his division before rising to where he is now. The codes were a little harder to crack, but that doesn't mean it was nearly impossible.

It took Jacob about ten minutes to finally hack into the actual database, and he wasted no time trying to match the hair follicle to a concrete DNA from the database itself. Once the system concluded that there was a match, he wasted no time clicking the download button to get the information down and reveal who it was.

Sadly, he wasn’t able to record down who it was as one of the detectives came barging into his office, pointing his loaded gun at him. Jacob was cornered, and he couldn’t do anything before the detective came over to completely shut off his desktop by pulling out the cords. Instantly, he shoved his gun towards Jacob’s back and guided him out of his office, guiding him to the actual mastermind of this whole crime spree.

Before this happened, Jacob had typed out a message scheduled to be sent to Sunwoo if anything were to happen to him. It turns out his instinct was right, and he was slowly counting down the seconds in his heart before the time was up, and he felt his mobile vibrate in his back pocket, signalling that the message had been sent.

As he stepped into the elevator with the detective, still pointing his gun at his back, he turned around before smiling.

It’s up to you now, Sunwoo.

Sunwoo’s POV

“Report what exactly you have found so far, lads.”

“Certainly, boss!” The young man cleared his throat before setting up the live footage on the laptop and turning it towards his boss’s directions. “It was pretty faint, but you could see the unknown person in the camera drugging the female worker before bagging her up and dragging her body away and out from the factory.”

Sunwoo narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to try his best to make out who was on the screen, but since the crime occurred late at night. There wasn’t enough light penetrating through the facility; it was merely impossible to identify clearly who the hooded criminal was.

But Sunwoo wouldn’t give up quickly, so he leaned backwards on his chair before clasping his hands and bringing them close to his face.

“Judging from the victims from the recent cases, it seemed as if they have been targeting this specific factory more often as of late. There has to be a pattern going on here,” Sunwoo suggested.

Upon hearing those words from the biker’s leader, the gang member scratched his head before responding. “With that, boss, what are you trying to propose…?”

“I’m saying that they will strike there again, that’s for sure.”

“O-Oh, of course! Well, I will go get the rest of the lads ready—”

“No, you stay put till I give you boys further instructions,” Sunwoo firmly decided.

“B-But, boss, what are you planning to do?”

“I’m going to check the place on my own first before letting any of you step in there. I’m not going to risk all of your lives like that.”

The young lad knew how dangerous the whole situation was at hand. Quite frankly, he was one of the lads who often kept Sunwoo updated with all of the security footage that was happening around town since he was one of the bikers who had a talent for hacking into all of Seoul’s security systems without having the law enforcement notice his doing, of course.

But he knew that the boss was risking his own life by heading towards the location alone. In the worst-case scenario, Sunwoo could even get seriously injured or worse. But he knew that Sunwoo’s words were absolute, and no one had ever been able to change his mind once he made a decision.

With that, the hacker placed his hands together in front of him, slightly bending his head down before obeying Sunwoo’s orders. “Very well, boss. We will await your next instructions then.”

As Sunwoo picked up his speed and rode his bike back to the cabin, the only thing that lingered in his mind was how he would explain the change of plans to you. He would’ve never thought that he might have to intervene and head towards the location himself to gather information this soon, or rather, he was hoping that Jacob could do it since he was a detective, after all.

But now that Jacob is out of reach, Sunwoo had no choice but to take up the job to prevent anyone, especially his comrades, from getting hurt or potentially losing their lives in that targetted location without getting a green flag from someone higher up first.

Another reason that he was a bit stressed out about the current situation was that it was time for him to talk to you about it; it was time for you both to make a move, and he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever, as much as he just wanted to tuck you away in this cabin of his and just stayed put and safe there while he and your brother resolved all of this messed up crime spree that was happening in the district.

It was also because that was the exact factory that you worked at. That could only mean that the chances that you may or may not be the next target were higher than they had expected.

After those train of thoughts, he finally arrived back at the cabin, and he tried his best to maintain his composure before turning the doorknob to open up the doors and calling out loud for you.

That was only until you didn’t respond that he began to panic.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you there?”

Sunwoo tried his best to maintain his calm while going from room to room, calling out for you. When he had finally searched the entire cabin and that you were nowhere to be found, that was when he felt a sink in his stomach, and he was about to go insane any moment now.

He was now screaming at the top of his lungs for you while running around frantically, even as he stepped out of the cabin and walked down the steps to circle the woods nearby.

“Y/N! Y/N! Please respond to me! Where are you?!”

His heartbeat was pounding much louder and faster with each second, and he was close to shitting his pants at the moment. An instant regret filled his guts, and he wished he could’ve turned by time so that it would’ve knocked some sense into him that he shouldn’t have left you alone in the cabin, especially when both of your lives were at stake.

He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake as he had done before. There was no way he would let history repeat itself, not under his watch.

Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

Suddenly, he heard a faint grunt from a distance, a little bit towards his left. An unexpected fog clouded the air, making it hard for him to see whoever was slowly coming in his direction.

With his instinct, Sunwoo quickly pulled out his handgun that he tucked away beneath his leather jacket, quickly loaded the gun and aimed it towards the shadow approaching him.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the shadow emerged from the fog, and that was when he finally made out that it was the person he had been longing to find.

“Sunwoo! You’re back!” You smiled while carrying a box filled with freshly picked fruits in your arms.

Sunwoo then slowly lowered down the gun and stared at you blankly. To ease the tension and awkwardness, you decided to speak up whatever was on your mind for now.

“O-Oh! Sorry, I know I should’ve stayed put, but like I said, I know how to keep myself occupied. I decided to go for a little walk around, and that’s when I saw this little peach tree growing near the little creak you brought me to the other day. I just so remembered this one peach dessert I used to make when I was a kid, and I thought we could use some desserts—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you drop the box of fruits towards the ground. You were stunned by his sudden actions as he said nothing, and you could hear him sobbing for once as he buried his neck into the crook of your neck.

Sunwoo knew that things were starting to get into his head, and he needed to tell you the truth now, especially with the events that have happened within the past 24 hours, and how he needed to tell you about his recent findings.

And also about the nightmare he had last night.

There was no point in hiding anymore. Eventually, you would have to know anyways.

Y/N’s POV

“You look like a stray raccoon, Mr Kim,” you teased half-jokingly, but the other half was also concerned about his appearance. It was how he sat across from you, slumped onto his couch, and looked defeated. It was obvious that something had been bothering him, especially when you knew he had a nightmare last night, but you weren’t going to say anything unless he would tell you all about it himself.

But given the current situation, the way he looked for you so frantically, and hell, even aimed a gun at you (not on purpose, of course), something has gone wrong, and you needed to know.

You gently stood up and walked over to sit cross-legged on the ground, gently placing one of your hands onto his that was resting on his thigh, slowly caressing them to help ease the frown on his face.

“Sunwoo, talk to me about it. I promise your secrets are safe with me,” you gently reassured him, hoping he would finally speak out about whatever had been hindering his mind since the day before.

With that, he slowly opened his eyes to look down at you; he could tell that you were desperate to get answers, and this time, you wouldn’t take a single loophole in your books. Slowly, he sat back up and leaned forward as he stared at you, giving you his full attention.

“There have been some major updates in the missing person cases, Y/N.”

“Okay, so we’ll go from there—”

“But before that, I think you need to know about my past, especially why I said your brother has given me another chance in life and why I took on this offer in the first place.”

You gulped upon hearing that. It was finally time for you to know precisely what the pact they made behind your back was, and you could finally learn more about Sunwoo and your brother's secret life.

“Remember when you walked into my cabin on the first day? You went straight ahead to the fireplace and had a little good look at the picture frame situated above it?”

“Y-Yeah? Was that your childhood friend or something?”

“That was…” He paused for a moment before finishing up his sentence. “My little sister.”

Now, that was something new to you. Nobody has ever heard that the biker gang leader would have a younger sibling or sibling. Most people have assumed that he had only been an only child and was probably abandoned from a young age due to his upbringing and reputation in the district.

But Sunwoo was here to tell you the truth and to turn those assumptions down. “Regardless of how the public sees who I am, I had a pretty happy childhood. We were a family of four; our days were filled with happiness as we resided in a small village out of town. It wasn’t until my father received a promotion at his job that he decided to bring all of us up to Seoul, hoping for a better life.”

Sunwoo cleared his throat before he continued with his story. “It was a miracle when my father came home one day telling us he was offered a job at the local police station; neither of us could’ve believed it then. It started off simple: he was just an ordinary security guard at the huge facility until he showed his superiors that he was far more capable than that, and he eventually rose to the ranks of becoming an actual detective.”

“In other words, your father was my brother’s senior then,” you added, making Sunwoo return to you with a smile.

“Precisely. Years passed, and my sister followed his footsteps, eventually joining the academy and becoming a rookie detective under my father’s supervision. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to stay back and help my mother at her local pastry shop down the road from the station since she needed some assistance anyway. At the same time, I started building this wooden cabin, with the thought of creating a little place where we family could escape to during our free time.”

You scooched closer, and your hands around his tightened slightly, trying to find the right words to ask the main question. “W-What happened then?”

His eyes immediately fell to the floor, and his tone suddenly went down an octave, indicating that whatever he would say next would be pretty heavy to register. “My father was sent abroad on a mission, but he unfortunately lost his life in the line. Upon hearing that, my mother died with a broken heart.”

“Sunwoo, my deepest condolences…” you mumbled.

“You want to know what’s even crazier, Y/N? That wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever had to go through. It was my sister.”

You could see that his eyes began to water, and he was trying his best to hold back any outburst of emotions that he might have. Naturally, his hands found yours and held them tight, and you return the favour by placing another hand of yours on top of his.

“There’s only a sole purpose for me in joining the biker gang: to keep my family safe.”

“In what way, Sunwoo?” You questioned, not really linking on how a biker member could help the detectives when both occupations are the total opposite.

“I’m pretty sure you know by now about how dark and corrupted the crimes in Seoul are behind the scenes, and there are certain places that are off-limits no matter how far up the ranks you are.”

“So that’s when you come in then.”

“Exactly. Even if it’s the smallest thing I can do for them, I would take it.”

“Huh. Very contradicting to your biker image that the public is aware of.”

“Hey, I need to look good for everyone okay. You never know. I’m pretty sure I have a fanbase somewhere in town admiring my good looks,” he smugged while lifting his head up high. You were glad he could still joke around and was still the Sunwoo you had known despite all the recent hardships.

“God, I hope your fanbase will have enough to fund themselves. Supporting someone when they do not get anything in return is sad.”

Sunwoo was annoyed at your teasing and immediately pinched your cheeks and pulled them slightly. “You take that back, I will have you know that I am one of the most good-looking people the district has ever seen in years.”

“I will have you know that you are wrong because my brother Jacob is a hundred times better than you!” You spat back while holding the hand, almost breaking your cheeks apart.

The pinching then slowly died down as Sunwoo slowly regained his composure. “Speaking about Jacob, that’s where the next story comes in.”

As Sunwoo slowly pulled his hand away, you cupped that side of your cheek with your hands, mentally cursing the guy and saying that you would surely get back to him once this whole storytelling session was over.

“I’m sure you are aware of the infamous case that one of the detectives from the station was the mastermind behind a series of kidnapping cases that happened in our district five years ago?��

Oh, that.

It was one of the cases that truly shook the nation down to its core; who would’ve thought that one of the detectives, especially from the elite squad, would have been monitoring and kidnapping young children around the area? What was more unpleasant about the case was that he had a few subordinates to help fulfill his fantasies, and they so happened to be a handful of the detectives themselves as well; some even used to be close buddies with your brother.

It truly was a traumatising event that happened in your district’s history, and nobody wished such a case would ever happen again.

“Y-Yeah…it was something my brother wished he could erase from his memory for good. It has impacted him in the worst way possible. Frankly, I wouldn’t want to see him go through such times ever again,” you commented.

“Well, Y/N. I feel the same way, too. Just like how badly it has played a part in your brother’s life, it also did for me.”

“How exactly did you even drag yourself into the situation?”

He sighed. “Not by my own will, Y/N. It was because of my sister,” he squeezed your hands, and he chose his words carefully next, perhaps needing a bit of your strength to finally touch on the topic he has been avoiding for the longest time.

“My sister was part of the cold case squad at the time, and it just so happened that she was the only female detective in the team. She would work tirelessly day and night, trying her best to dig through each possible available data, even the ones that were off-limits to most detectives. Little did she know that the mastermind himself was closely monitoring every movement that she had made, and she became a victim herself.”

“Sunwoo…” you slowly caressed his hand, wanting to take him into your embrace right now.

“Fast forward to the day when she finally emerged from the shadows, Jacob and I found ourselves in a standoff against the mastermind, holding my sister hostage on the rooftops of the police station. And god, Y/N. No words could describe how I felt the moment I laid my eyes upon my sister then, of how dishevelled and disoriented she had become.”

A single tear drop fell from the corners of his eyes unto your hands, and your heart broke at that sight. Sunwoo had always portrayed how tough he was as if nothing in this world could ruin him to the point of breaking down, at least not in front of someone. He must’ve carried on this trauma for a long time, one that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Your brother did not have the guts to shoot at his supervisor, so I did the favour for him instead. The bullet penetrated through his skull, and it was an instant death for him. My sister then lay on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, pushing and kicking everyone that came close to her. Not even I could do anything to help save her then,” he sobbed and choked on his own words.

“So, my brother came to your rescue then?” You quietly asked.

He sniffled. “He did. Killing a police officer is a huge crime, and naturally, I was placed behind bars. But your brother fought relentlessly, and I was pardoned and eventually released from prison.”

“That’s my brother for you.” You smiled, thankful he was still the same brother you had grown to love and admire despite the recent events between you two.

“But it came with a price, Y/N.”

“And what was it?”

“In return for getting me out of prison, Jacob would take my sister’s wellbeing into his own hands. So he placed her under a facility that would care and possibly help her recover, but I was not to know about the location and to ever meet with her ever again.”

Your heart sank upon hearing that. It would kill you to know that you have to be separated from your sibling for good, and you don’t think you could ever live the same way as you’ve done before knowing that.

Immediately, you jumped into Sunwoo’s arms, giving him a tight embrace while tears streamed down your face.

“I’m so sorry, Sunwoo. I’m so sorry that we detectives have failed you. We should’ve been the ones protecting the civilians, not breaking them apart physically and mentally.” You sunk your cheek into his neck; you wished there was something that you could’ve done to ease his pain or even bring his only happiness back to him.

Sunwoo said nothing but return the embrace to you. He did the same by resting his chin upon your shoulders, slowly moving to the point you felt his lips slightly brushed against your neck as he took in all of your scent.

Neither of you said anything for at least a good ten minutes, and you both were fine staying that way. You knew that it had taken a massive leap of faith for Sunwoo to address his biggest and darkest nightmare finally, and you were grateful that he had decided to trust you enough to talk to you about all of this.

Eventually, you found yourselves both snuggled on the couch, just admiring the fireplace while cuddling one another. Sunwoo lay gently on your chest while you constantly ran your fingers through his soft black hair, making him slowly drift off into dreamland. It was obvious that Sunwoo hadn’t had the best of sleep lately because he easily slept within your arms for a couple of hours, not to be awakened so easily.

And that was fine by you. You have begun to feel that you both were more than just acquaintances. However, you weren’t sure if Sunwoo returned the same feelings for you, but your subconsciousness tells you that whatever happened back at the creek, he must’ve felt something, too. It doesn’t matter if it was the same way as you did; you were more than glad that you had found a place within him.

As you slowly admired his sleeping face, you were now more than determined to put an end to this nightmare the district had been struggling with for months.

This time, let me return the favour, Sunwoo.

The strong wind was constantly hitting your face as you grabbed Sunwoo tightly while he sped on his bike. It had been a few days since, and you finally had Sunwoo to fill you in with the latest news he had when he finally regained himself.

To say that you were beyond shock was an understatement when you found out that the mastermind was targeting the young ladies at the factory you worked at, and that was how Kisa disappeared and became a pawn in their twisted games.

But that also meant one thing: you’re the next target, and they have had their eyes on you for a while now.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you decided that you wouldn’t tell them to do as they please anymore. As long as you both stick together, you know that you will crack the case open and put a stop to this spree of kidnappings.

It’s all for the victims and Jacob.

Even for you, Kim Sunwoo.

As you finally made your way towards the factory, you quickly armed yourselves before stepping into the facility, all while Sunwoo held you close next to him.

It was eerily quiet, and no sign of a human being was in sight. It was unusual how abnormal the whole situation felt; it was as if the entire building had been abandoned.

Or was it?

In the distance, you quietly alerted Sunwoo of how a faint light had caught your attention, and you could tell it had led to the systems room. Someone was in there, and you have a good guess that they might have been using the building to communicate for a while now.

Giving each other a nod, you both slowly crept towards the room; that was when you felt a metal object pressed onto your skull. You finally came to a halt while Sunwoo slowly disappeared down the hallway, not noticing that you had left his side.

“Now that’s a good little kitten, don’t you think? You have saved me the trouble of looking for you, Y/N Bae.”

God, he knew your name.

You chuckled. “What do you want from us? What do you possibly gain from kidnapping these young ladies?”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t you know that money is everything in this day and age? Given how we have lived in poverty for so long, it wouldn’t hurt to earn that extra cash and big bucks, no matter how dangerous the situation can be, don’t you think?”

“You have no sense of morals, then. Treating these young ladies as objects and pawns to your games,” you fired back.

The man then slowly pushed the metal object that was situated on your skull further deeper as he slowly loaded it, to which you knew that you were now held at gunpoint.

“Now sweetheart, let me tell you a little something about us. We are predators, and we hunt for prey like you.”

Now, this seems awfully familiar.

“I’m afraid that once predators have gotten our eyes on a target, we will not let them go that easily. We are slowly going to devour you up, leaving no traces behind. If you think you could stop us, then I’m afraid you’re wrong, princess. We’re experts in our field of work; we are not to be found that easily even if you were the best of the best detectives in town because that is our nature.”

That phrase, it’s similar to Sunwoo’s—

“Never in a million years would I have known that you’ve stooped so low, Seunghak.”

That voice!

Immediately, the both of you noticed how a badly beaten up individual was thrown in front of you, and your eyes widened upon what you have seen. Slowly, an individual emerged from the shadows, and it was Sunwoo, walking towards you both while aiming the gun at the person behind you.

“Why, hello, dear boss. Or should I say, former boss,” he taunted, smacking his lips as if things had just gotten far more interesting now.

“Damn, Seunghak. I didn’t know you were the type to switch lanes that quickly. It seems like the biker life wasn’t good enough for you, then,” Sunwoo smiled dauntingly, and you gulped upon that sight. He was back to being the biker gang leader that the entire district was afraid of; you could even tell how the man behind you flinched a little as he began to shiver slightly with the gun still placed on your skull.

“Can you blame me, though? When you get a plate full of gold in front of you, I’ll do whatever it takes if that means I will have more than enough to spend the rest of my life at ease,” he fired back while beginning to laugh menacingly.

“Besides, what do we do with these ladies in captivity? Oh god, I have been having the best of my life rather than being stuck in the biker's den.”

Instantly, Sunwoo's face darkened upon hearing what Seunghak said, and you could feel as if he was shooting daggers through his eyes at his former comrade.

“You are absolutely sick in the head.”

“And what if I am? I am living the best life possible, and there’s nothing you can do to convince me to return!” He screamed before pushing the gun to the point that you felt that the metal was going to pierce through your skull any moment now.

Slowly, Sunwoo started taking a few steps closer while he elicited a low chuckle. “You think you have a place left in my biker gang? You are much better off dead rather than coming back, Seunghak.”

Immediately, a loud clatter was heard coming from both sides, accompanied by a volume of grunts, before the male began panicking.

“W-What’s going on?”

Finally, Sunwoo stopped right merely inched away from you both, and he aimed the gun towards his former comrade’s face.

“If you think I’ve come unprepared, then that means you are a hundred years too early even to accept the dirty ass pot of gold that was placed so easily in front of your plate.”

Instantly, Sunwoo pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the man’s abdomen, causing him to let out an ear-splitting scream as he tumbled and fell onto the ground, pressing onto his wound to ease the bleeding.

Unfortunately, Sunwoo wasn’t going to let him off so quickly, as he fired another bullet into his arms, causing the male to lay down helplessly. At the same time, Sunwoo hovered above him, resting his gun upon Seunghak’s cheeks.

“You’re going to be a dear and tell me who exactly employed you and your boys before I shoot another bullet into your skull, which would kill you off instantly, young man.”

It seemed that the male wouldn’t give up easily as he spat back onto Sunwoo’s face.

“As if I would tell you easily who is the mastermind behind all of this…no matter what happens to us…not of us are going to tell a single soul about it…our lips are sealed shut—”

A loud bang was heard throughout the entire facility, and you slowly opened your eyes to see that the male was long gone now, having a bullet penetrated his skull.

Sunwoo slowly got up from the male, dusting his knees while he was at it.

“You scumbags have no reason to live in this world then.”

As he turned to face you again, you couldn’t help but slowly take a few steps back, as if you weren’t sure if you would want to deal with the current state Sunwoo was in. Sure, you trusted him, but it was truly the first time you had seen him like this.

Far worse than how he confronted you back at his base.

This was the true so-called “devil” that people were terrified of, and this was what Sunwoo was truly capable of.

Sunwoo didn’t say a word as he walked towards you before muttering a few words.

“Let’s get going and continue to search the place for clues.”

“O-Okay…” you replied.

As you both made your way down past the hallways, Sunwoo occasionally stopped giving his subordinates further orders or even asking about the current situation throughout the facility. He had given them instructions way beforehand, and the whole place was now under the bikers' control.

Since you knew it probably wouldn’t be a good time to disturb nor provoke Sunwoo in his current state, you figured it would’ve been a good time to check out the control room situated just a little bit towards your right.

You slowly turned your head to see that Sunwoo was engaged in the conversation before you slowly crept away and headed straight towards the room while leaving the door open so that that was an indirect way of letting him know that you were here and doing fine on your own.

You quickly took in the sight upon you as you took in the dozens of computer screens that hovered above you and how multiple files and USB drives were plugged into the systems, meaning that whoever was here before had been lurking in this place for a while.

Since your brother was an expert hacker, you naturally followed his footsteps as you got him to teach you all about computers when you were young. In other words, you could consider yourself a little computer geek, and you knew your way around the codes and the systems.

As you sat down on the chair and began typing away, you could easily hack into the system to find out the dozens of confidential information stored there. Sure enough, you were able to dig through the files and find valuable information about the kidnappings—who the victims were, their way of communication to pass around information, and who was the sole mastermind that commanded Seunghak and his team.

However, it seemed that it wouldn’t be as easy to determine who exactly was the accurate mastermind as they used an untraceable ID and alias; or rather, they actually communicated through ciphertexts.

You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking an interest in this particular method of communication back then when your brother taught you briefly. You have always brushed it off, saying you were not made to understand this specific method and always preferred a more accessible way out.

You were then back to square one again. To find out who was behind that so-called alias and ID, you needed to crack the algorithm and ciphertext to move on.

Just as all hope is lost, a new message suddenly appears on the screen, and you squint your eyes as you try to read what exactly it holds. When you finally understood what was written, your eyes widened, leaving you stunned for a minute.

This…this is—

“Y/N!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!”

Before you were able to make sense of the whole situation, Sunwoo immediately jumped in front of you before you eventually heard a gunshot resonate in the air and eventually a siren followed as you tried your best to catch hold of Sunwoo in your arms, followed by a swarm of bikers filling the control room.

Sunwoo had no idea how long he had been passed out since then, and he was slowly trying his best to open up his eyelids tightly glued shut together as the light shone through his vision.

When he finally did, he realised that he was back in this cabin and was lying down on the couch he tried his best to sit up before he felt an excruciating pain that sent shockwaves throughout his whole body.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.”

Sunwoo jerked his head to the side to see that you had returned with a first aid box and a bowl of water with a cloth draped before you slowly sat on the couch with him. You took the fabric into your hands before dipping it into the bowl of water, squeezing off the excess liquid before you started wiping off any dirt or blood that was left on his bare chest.

Neither of you said a word, or rather, none of you knew the right words to say at the moment. Sunwoo noticed how red and puffy your eyes were, and he knew immediately that you must’ve been crying for god knows how long.

He definitely felt partly guilty for that, but another part of him didn’t know why he did just that, jumping in front of you to save you from the henchmen instead of taking him out with his gun from behind.

His thoughts were a mess; he no longer knew what he felt. As he quietly observed the way you took care of him, his heart began to ache, and he couldn’t help but gently place one of his hands on your cheeks, rubbing the little area where he saw that there was a slit mark; you probably have gotten injured yourself while he was out.

That gesture stopped you as you lifted your head to look at him straight in the eyes. Unlike back at the factory, his eyes were filled with mystery again, not the dark, scary one he portrayed as the biker’s gang leader. It felt as if the scene back during the creak was repeating itself.

“S-Sunwoo…I…” you stammered before you eventually felt his soft lips against yours.

The kiss was gentle and bittersweet, and Sunwoo did not hesitate to slowly move his lips against yours, showering you with plenty of kisses and savouring the taste of your lips. Your body immediately shut down from that, and you finally eased yourself to return the favour, moving yours against his as you both kissed each other breathlessly.

His kiss sent shockwaves to your entire body, making you want this moment to last for as long as possible. He gently lifted your face slightly with the hand resting on your cheek, intending to kiss you deeper. That was when you decided to close your eyes and let him take full control of the situation.

As you both finally broke apart to take a few deep breaths, Sunwoo rested his forehead against yours, just like he did before at the creak.

It was time, you figured, to finally ask him what you both truly are.

“Sunwoo…what…what made you finally do it?” You panted.

He paused briefly before giving you an answer you did not expect. “Do I have you say more than that? I’m pretty sure it’s what you have in mind, Y/N.”

You were now trying your best to hold back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “W-What made you finally feel that way, Sunwoo?”

“I…I don’t even know myself, Y/N. In the beginning, I’ve only seen you as a little sibling that I would protect at all costs because I do not want to repeat the same mistake as I have done to my biological sister. But as we spent more time together, there was just something that I felt within me that made me realise that maybe you’re more than just a sibling to me now.”

Sunwoo gently lifted your head once more before giving you a little peck on the lips again. “One thing is for sure now: I would protect you at all costs, even if it means I must sacrifice myself. I’m not doing this as a favour to your brother anymore; I’m doing this because you mean a lot to me.”

With those words, you couldn’t help but smile for the first time in a while before responding to the man himself. “Well, you’re going to have to do a lot of explaining to my brother, then.”

“Yeah. Frankly, I hate the thought of having to go through that phase. But if it’s you, I’d do anything to get that approval from Mr Bae himself.” He winked.

“Ew. Gross.”

“Admit it, you like the thought of us being together and a thing in the near future.”

“You better hold your horses before I shove this fabric down your throat.”

“Wow, aren’t you a scary one?”

You both broke into laughter with that conversation. It has been a while since you both have bickered like that, and you missed this mischievous side of him.

“Well, mister. We’ll have to wait a couple of days for you to be completed healed before we hit the road again.” You announced as you finally stood up from the couch.

“Give me a day to rest up, and then we’ll leave.”

“Kim Sunwoo, there’s no way you’re healing up within a day with that bullet wound in your abdomen.”

“If I say one day, it means one day,” he deadpanned.

“You can’t be serious,” you argued back.

“One day.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

You sighed. “We will determine that after 24 hours, then.”

Sunwoo smiled as he laid back down on the couch. “Well, now that’s settled, we could go through the strategy planning tomorrow. For now, I think it’s time for us to get into bed together—”

“You’re not touching me in my sleep.”

“Oh come on, we kissed, so what’s the matter?” He pouted.

“We’re not at that stage yet.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” He begged.

“Absolutely not.”

Miraculously, it took only a day for Sunwoo to be entirely healed as he drove down the streets, heading back to the capital. You swore that this man was built differently from all of you, and he was a monster at that, able to heal so quickly with a wound that would typically take at least a week or two.

He was definitely feeling a lot better after a good night's rest, and you guided him into the fireplace before telling him the details you had found back in the systems room. Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he heard about your findings, and never would he have thought that you both would be able to receive that critical information to finally pinpoint who was the exact mastermind behind all of this.

After hearing your thoughts and suggestions, the both of you quickly took off to one of his nearest hideouts, where he would often meet up with his closer subordinates to inform them about the current plan. After a whole night of planning, all of you were now on the road heading back into the city.

When you finally catch a glimpse of the police station from afar, bittersweet feelings immediately form within you as you know that there would be the last destination to be able to crack the cold case open. You hope that Jacob is somewhere hidden within the facility since you last saw him.

As all the bikes began pulling up nearby, Sunwoo gave the lads further instructions on infiltrating the building without being detected by the guards. Their mission was to find out where exactly the victims were kept away and to avoid conflict with any detectives that came their way.

Based on the information you found at the factory, you insisted that it would be best to confront the mastermind since you have gotten a pretty good hunch on who they are and where they might be residing too. But Sunwoo insisted that he was going to stay close to you as much as he could, and he was not going to risk your life once more.

It took a bit of convincing back and forth, but you finally managed to persuade him to stay nearby but undetected, fearing that the mastermind might flee if they had a sense that you did not come alone to meet them.

So here you were, pressing the exact button that would eventually lead you to the top floor of the building, staring straight into the screen above the lift that indicated that you were slowly going up each second. Your hands began shaking against your own will, fearing that you were finally going to meet your worst nightmare, one that has kept you awake and separated from your own family and friends for weeks.

As you shut your eyes to take a deep breath, you were instantly cut off from your train of thoughts when you felt someone grab onto your hands and intertwine their fingers with yours. When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, you could see that Sunwoo was just as nervous as you were, linking his hands with yours.

It must’ve been hard for Sunwoo as well; he was also dealing with his struggles when he was with you. But he has never failed to let it get to them to the point that it made him lose all hope and sanity. Perhaps it must have been fate that you were there with him, and you were able to give him a bit of strength and company to deal with all of this.

Your grip tightened against his, and you looked into his eyes. “Sunwoo…”

“It’ll be over soon, Y/N. I’m sure of it. No civilians should ever experience this nightmare ever again. We’re going to break the chain of history and not let it repeat itself once again,” Sunwoo said confidently, and he was determined that it was time to make a change in Seoul’s dark history of crimes and corruption.

As the doors to the lift opened, you slowly stepped out of the lift and let go of Sunwoo’s grip and looked at him once more before walking to where you were supposed to be headed. For the last time, you both communicated by looking into each other’s eyes; Sunwoo promised you that he would be nearby and that you didn’t have to worry as he would keep you safe.

With a nod from you, the doors to the lift eventually began to close, and you constantly kept your eyes glued on Sunwoo before the doors were glued shut.

Turning your heel towards the opposite direction, you slowly walked along the corridors, passing by multiple rooms before reaching the one at the furthest end. You read the door sign carefully before confirming that you were at the right place.

Slowly, you lifted up your hands to gently knock on the door before it slowly opened on its own. With a gulp, you stepped in and peered your head through the room. It was dark, and the only light shining into the room was the moonlight from the windows.

When you were fully physically in the room, the doors behind you suddenly slammed shut again, sending a sense of nervousness throughout your entire body. You had to remind yourself constantly that as long as you can get through this last spurt, everything will finally be revealed, and it will be a chapter closed.

You could sense that you weren’t alone in this room and that someone was lurking in the shadows. Taking this as your chance to confront them, you finally gathered the courage to speak up to whoever was in here with you.

“It seems that your time of reign has abruptly ended. It wasn’t easy trying to track you down for months; given your position, it must’ve been really easy to get hold of the young ladies into your care. You surely are a brave individual who was willing to take the risk,” you announced aloud but were again met with silence.

But you didn’t come here to give up quickly, so you decided to press on. “Say, haven’t you stooped down so low, using your detective position to claim these young women for your benefit? Wasn’t your wife good enough for you? Why resort to kidnapping and eventually trafficking these young ladies for your good?”

Come on, Y/N. Just a little bit more.

“You even went to seek help from the biker gang. Are you that desperate? Especially when you have sworn that you hate them to the core and would never associate with the likes of them.”

“Don’t you think so, Uncle Bae?”

With that last sentence, the room felt much more silent than it already was before you eventually heard footsteps coming before you, finally revealing to the man that you have been trying your best to get him out of the shadows.

“I’m beyond impressed, Y/N. You are just as smart as your brother; you could easily pull off as a detective for the station.”

It has been a while since you have seen your uncle. He was the deputy chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department and was often away to deal with heavy and pressing matters requiring him to stay stuck in this office all day or even fly out of the country to do so.

He also took your brother in and gave him a chance as a detective after seeing his extraordinary talent with computers and hacking. After your parents passed, he was the one who has been raising you both just as his children, and he was finally able to let loose a bit once you both entered adulthood.

He often visits during celebrations as much as he can despite his busy schedule, and you both have always admired him for what he has done to serve the country. He was considered the nation’s hero, after all.

But it seems that not all good things last for long, especially when you receive that concrete evidence and message back in the systems room from your very own brother, revealing who the mastermind is. Why exactly did he choose to do all of this? Your very own uncle, the nation’s hero, to be behind all of the kidnappings that have happened for the past several months. It would be impossible to convince the public that this was the reality that everyone has been living in; that is why it is up to you now to publicly reveal and gain concrete evidence to stop his spree of crimes.

“My dear little Y/N, how exactly did you even crack the code? I was certain that you couldn’t decrypt ciphertexts.”

So, that was why he used it as a primary method of communicating with the bikers.

“Well, I’m afraid you have made a fatal mistake. I may not be able to read ciphertexts, but I sure can read morse code.”

“What?”

You chuckled. “You may have kept my brother hidden away somewhere, but so long as he is within the facility and was one of the top hackers in the station, he would certainly find a way to hack through the systems throughout the district and even out of town, keeping in a close contact with us.”

“Just as expected from my nephew, I shouldn’t have underestimated what you both were capable of,” he laughed.

Unbeknownst to you, you eventually balled your fists up, and you were on the verge of wanting to throw a punch straight into his face despite being family by blood. However, you tried your best to hold yourself back, you have to get concrete evidence first and foremost.

“Why, Uncle Bae? Why would a successful detective like you do such a thing? Why live a double life?” You asked and pleaded a little to see if he had any sense of remorse left in him.

But your efforts were wasted.

“Oh, Y/N. You have no idea how cruel our world can truly be. It doesn’t matter how high your status can be; the city of Seoul will forever remain dark and corrupt behind the scenes, whether you like it or not. In this world that we will live in, it’s like a tug-of-war, Y/N. If you don’t take a step further, then the younger and weaklings will eventually catch up, and we don’t want that to happen, do we?”

Your uncle then stepped closer to you and began slowly circling around you.

“There are only two groups of people in the world; either you choose to be strong or stay behind with the weak. It’s a cruel world that we live in, Y/N. When the opportunity comes, take it even if there’s the slightest opening to becoming the strong elite. Take it and do not spare a glance back, even if it means you must ditch your old life behind. You might even need to sacrifice some things or people to realise those goals.”

“B-But that doesn’t imply why you would turn to crime to achieve those goals, Uncle Bae,” you commented.

He sighed. “I’m afraid you are still too young to realise it then. Those girls should be lucky that they are still alive. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

Your blood was now boiling, and you were on the verge of genuinely slapping or hitting some sense into your uncle, even though you knew that it would probably be effortless. You just needed to hurt him, make him suffer for all that he has done to all of those young women, even to your friend, Kisa.

Before you finally shut your eyes, you had to ask him one last question before you were going to reach behind your back pocket for the knife that you had stored away.

“Let me then ask you this, Uncle Bae. What happened five years ago when a detective was responsible for kidnapping young children across the district. Was that your doing as well?”

In your gut, you already knew what the actual answer would be. But at least you still needed to hear it directly from his mouth.

“Ah, Minhwan? It was truly a tragedy that he lost his life easily then. He was just a step closer to kidnapping his tenth victim.”

God, you felt sick to the stomach. He truly was a heartless individual; all of the years of putting up a favourable face in front of his family eventually broke down, revealing who he truly is in front of you now.

You couldn’t care less if he was your uncle anymore; all you knew was that he was going to hell, and you so desperately wanted to end his life here and then—

“So it was you who made my sister suffer the way she did.”

That voice! Sunwoo!

You quickly jerked your head behind to see that Sunwoo was now aiming his gun directly at your uncle, but before you could even process further, you were immediately pulled into your uncle’s embrace. He immediately took out his gun from his holster and rested it on your temple.

“My, if it isn’t the biker gang leader himself! You surely have grown since the last time I’ve seen you.”

“Never in a million years would I have thought that the chief detective would have been monitoring and guiding the underworld for several years. It would surely be a huge hit in the newspapers and eventually across the globe,” Sunwoo taunted.

“That would be nice, but I’m afraid you both won’t live through the next sunrise to see it happen because I will be eliminating you both right here and now, starting with Y/N,” he pushed the gun further to the point that it began to hurt. You could tell that one wrong move from either of you would result in a bullet within the two of you.

You both have to think quickly and strategically before executing the next move.

“What makes you think you can outsmart me, young man? You’re from the biker gang, for goodness sake!” Your uncle began raising his voice and was now engaged in the conversation with Sunwoo.

That was when you looked into Sunwoo’s eyes, and you could tell he was trying to tell you something.

It was as if he meant…

Trust me, Y/N.

“It is because I’m the biker gang’s leader, Mr Chief. Hence, I can and will outsmart you here right now.”

With that one last word, Sunwoo loaded his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming straight at your legs. The bullet barely grazed through your skin, and you immediately fell onto your knees, which made your uncle stunned.

“Hey! Hey! Y/N! Get up! Get up now!”

In the midst of his panic, Sunwoo quickly stepped in and took his hand onto his back before propelling his body forward, slamming him onto the ground. He quickly used his knee to keep him in place. He used his hands to push the chief’s head to the ground while the other held both hands towards his back.

“Y-You think you’re going to get away with this? You’re a hundred years too fast…” the chief grunted.

“Actually, I think you might as well start digging your grave now, dear uncle.”

Immediately, all of you looked towards the front door entrance where the voice was coming from, and your eyes widened upon who you had just seen.

“Jacob!!!” You screamed out loud; tears might even start falling from the corners of your eyes.

“Hello, uncle. Missed me?”

“H-How did you get out from there? There’s absolutely no way—”

“Well, I have my ways. And unfortunately for you, I hacked into the station system, so your computer right there on your desk was recording everything that you said towards both my sibling and the biker gang’s leader; I may have also shared the recording with the local radio stations, so everyone heard it live and in real timing too,” Jacob announced as he was twirling the USB drive in his hands.

“Why you little scumbag!!” He screamed before Sunwoo gathered his strength to push him down again.

“I think the scumbag here is you, dear uncle. I’m sure the FBI would be delighted to interrogate the heck out of you and give you the rightful punishment you need.”

“What? The FBI?” He questioned.

“You actually think I came here unprepared? The FBI has officially raided the entire building, taking the hostages to safety and caught your little gremlins, escorting them to prison at this very moment as we speak.”

Jacob took a few steps closer before eventually bending down to face his uncle.

“I’m sorry, but your reign of terror ends here and now.”

It had been a year since that fateful incident. Getting things back to normal surely took a lot of time and effort.

Thanks to Jacob and the FBI, they have taken your uncle away and placed him behind bars, even at a high security one at that. Throughout the gruelling interrogation that they have had, it seems that your uncle was part of more twisted crimes than what the public was aware of, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment at that, with no chance of parole.

As for the victims, they were all returned safely to their own families after recovering at the hospital for a while. Thanks to the staff's generosity, the victims were given more than enough care and treatment for them to eventually return to their usual selves.

The Seoul Metropolitan Police Department needed some time to regain the public's trust. To tackle that issue, the officials elected your brother Jacob to take over the chief position and oversee the whole process of rebuilding the entire police department. It definitely wasn’t an easy task and was undoubtedly a huge burden for Jacob, but he did not complain and rather took on the role easily.

The factory that you used to work in was abolished as the police themselves continued to dig through more uncovered dark secrets that lay below the factory grounds. For the safety and well-being of the public, all authorities have agreed that it would be best to tear the place down, leaving behind a chapter.

But that did not mean that all workers there met a bad fate. Through the help from the public and the authorities, everyone was given a chance to work at a much better and safer workplace.

As weeks passed, you scored through all your exams and eventually graduated from university. You were now on the road to becoming a full-fledged journalist, currently undergoing probation under the famous company The Seoul Daily Magazine. You have been enjoying your time here, meeting amazing colleagues and having a healthier work-life balance.

As for Sunwoo, he decided to return to his biker gang, further leading the upcoming lads to take over the higher positions within their hierarchy. However, it was thanks to the latest kidnapping cases that the public realised that the bikers themselves weren’t rebellious nor posed a threat to society. They have begun to put their trust in the bikers themselves, and they would often be seen hanging out together in town daily.

Jacob has granted a special position for Sunwoo in the police department, encouraging the male to join forces as their previous one worked out splendidly. According to your brother, Sunwoo just smiled and turned down the offer, saying that the bikers are one big family and would stick by them until the end.

You smiled as you remembered all of those moments of how Sunwoo had always shared about his lads from the gang, and naturally, you decided to visit them often whenever you got to hop onto Sunwoo’s bike; you both were finally a couple now anyway.

It wasn’t until the digital clock that was situated right on your table started to go off that you realised that it was finally time for you to get off work. You quickly jumped up from your chair, giving yourself a little stretch before packing your things away hurriedly.

“Oh, someone’s leaving early today, huh?” One of your co-workers peeked through your cubicle and teased.

“Someone’s got a dinner date tonight, a very romantic one at that, too,” another one chimed in.

“It’s nothing, you guys, we’re just having a normal dinner,” you reassured, but clearly your co-workers didn’t believe you in the slightest bit.

“I bet they’re going to finally do it tonight.”

“What?! How can you say that?! I bet they’re going to propose instead.”

“Nothing is going to happen, okay? Now, I’m off. I’ll see you next Monday!”

You quickly clocked out before running down the steps down to the lobby. You were too excited and couldn’t wait for the elevator to reach your floor. Once you finally saw your boyfriend leaning against one of the pillars outside your company, you quickly dashed towards the automatic doors before finally stopping right in front of him.

He was in his usual black leather jacket and cargo pants, but his hair was much longer now, so it covered his eyes if he decided not to part them. But you loved this new look on him, much better when his hair was shorter a year ago.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Hmph, don’t get too full of yourself. You barely did just the minimum,” you commented before linking your arms with his as you both walked towards the restaurant that Sunwoo had booked for the night.

“Come on, I styled myself just for tonight. You might as well give me some compliments,” he whined.

“I’ll consider it if you order something that I have been craving to eat for a while,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“How should I know what you’re craving for the day?”

“You’re the boyfriend; you should’ve done your research.”

“Mean.”

“I spit the facts.”

You both burst out into laughter after that; you truly enjoyed every moment with this guy, even if you were just bickering over the tiniest detail possible. It was when you both went silent for a while, admiring the Christmas lights and decorations that lit up the entire city. You both finally stopped at the huge Christmas tree in the middle of town, admiring its beauty for a while before heading to the restaurant just a little bit behind the decor.

“Say, didn’t you mention that I would be your biggest mistake when I first picked you up back at the factory?”

“Oh…that.”

“Yeah, that. What am I to you now, princess?” He looked at you with pleading eyes; he was back at trying to get your compliments since he failed the last one.

You sighed before tilting your head towards his direction before planting a soft peck on his lips.

“You were the best mistake that has ever happened to me.”

A/N: this was not supposed to be 20k+ i swear i have no idea what in God's name happened. 🤓

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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the lyrics sunwoo wrote for his rap… “till i lose it don’t wanna stop no even if i am ruined beyond recall (yes more)” ?????

why was he so horny in the studio 😭😭😭😭😭😭 🐶

This is what happens when you dont get a strap in your ass for too long

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🐶#sunwoo kim #atone for your crime

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kimsunwooarchive · 1 year

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#kim sunwoo #sunwoo #2021 #black hair #photoshoot #boba head #side profile #actually this is so white washed u can barely see his actual side profile #such a crime #universe #drink it

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haet-sal · 11 months

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An Attic Affair//Younghoon x reader smut

Since the Kim brothers moved in, your life has been hell. Sunwoo took over your room and made you sleep in the attic, and Younghoon… well, you don’t mind seeing him. What makes it hellish is that you’re incredibly attracted to him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice you.

Tags: stepbrother smut, KINKY fingering scene (but who cares youre already fucking your stepbrother), he calls u a 'SLUT', scene of watching porn + lots of masturbating, PERV!hoon+sunwoo (panty-stealing & ogling), perv!you, hoon calls himself "oppa" once, unprotected🤷‍♀️, BULLY!Sunwoo, hoon is VERY NICE to you

W.c.: 5.5k

Excerpt; “Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.

“Move over, idiot.” Sunwoo pushed you out of your high chair, and sits down with his breakfast. The same way he pushed you out of your room.

“You decided last week that that was your seat,” you say, pointing to the chair across from you two.

Sunwoo grunts. “I’m sorry, we have ‘permanent’ seats in this house?”

Your mother says it’s just the thing with having siblings now, you’ve been an only child so you don’t know how to share—why couldn’t you be more like the Kim brothers? When Sunwoo calls her ‘mom’ your mother just goes nuts with pride, so when he asked her, “mom can I please have Y/N’s room, it’s so much bigger,” she immediately gave it to him.

You couldn’t even move to the guest room, because it was now taken over by the older brother, Hoonie—who had moved into an apartment in the city, he didn’t even live here—but they wanted to keep his room and stuff there, so you had to settle for… the attic. Bullied out of a bed by Kim Sunwoo, who in the eyes your mother could do no wrong.

It wasn’t enough that he saw you battling with attic dust and cramped space every time you came down out of a ladder for breakfast, Sunwoo had to take everything else from you—your seat at any table, your laptop because his kept ‘freezing’, any alone-time you could get—and still wasn’t satisfied. Sunwoo was a bully. You didn’t know how your mother couldn’t see it.

You didn’t hate all the Kims, though. Your new stepdad was a great guy, the perfect fit to your mother’s jigsaw puzzle of a heart, and Younghoon…

You didn’t hate Younghoon. You didn’t even know how someone could begin to hate Younghoon. You first met him wearing some shabby Christmas sweater, but on the day of the wedding, he had a suit on…

You got cake frosting in your nose staring at Younghoon back at the wedding. You didn’t understand how fabric could be so sinful, more sinful than nakedness, how the thin white silk shirt hugged his chest, and the length of his legs exaggerated by the tailored pants… Younghoon was like a vision of a dream you couldn’t get enough of. Thank God he lived in the city, away from you, or you would have committed multiple crimes.

As you were staring Sunwoo down at the breakfast table, the front door suddenly opens, and two long legs strided into the dining room, to your surprise—Younghooon is in the kitchen, picking out muscats out of a bowl. “Hey, appa. Hey, mom.” Younghoon had started calling your mother ‘mom’ too, to your disdain. “I got a break from my job, and my roommate’s got his girlfriend over the whole time, so I thought I’d just come see you guys. Surprise?”

He takes a seat beside you until you’re sandwiched between both brothers. Your mom shot a look at you—“Sweetie, let them sit together, they haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Once again pushed out of your seat, you frowned, only Younghoon goes: “that’s alright, we’ll let her eat in peace.” He shot a look at Sunwoo. “You haven’t been more of an evil bastard, have you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Younghoon was only there for the attic thing, and not the laptop-borrowing and all the bullying that’s been going on.

You knew Sunwoo was a bit of a perv to other people, but… he wouldn’t steal your panties, would he? It’s weird, because it happens sporadically—once when you still kept your clothes in your old room, and right now. It’s just that he took your favorite lacey, pretty-pink-and-yellow ones, so it’s hard to not notice.

You rifled through your closet in the attic trying to find the missing panties. You thought you’d wear them, just because Younghoon’s around and you need your intimates to feel sexy. But they’re nowhere around.

Sunwoo couldn’t have, right? He’s not that sick. But who else could have? Certainly not Younghoon, who only ever even smiles at you out of obligation.

You won’t confront Sunwoo, though, just to not embarrass the both of you. He’d just deny it anyway… And currently he was hogging the bathroom just because he knew you were planning to shower.

You’re clutching your change of clothes to your chest as you knock on the bathroom door, trying to word your commands as sweetly as you could: “Sunwoo, I need to shower before my appointment!”

“You can’t rush me,” he retorted. “I’m doing my 16-step skin care routine.”

“Sun—” Your yell got interrupted, as you froze on your spot, to see a half-naked Younghoon with a towel around his waist, coming up to you.

“Oh,” he says in realization. “You were waiting on him, too? Then you can go first—”

“No!” you gasped. “No, you should—if he decides to come out, that is.”

“Hey, it’s your home,” he offered with a friendly smile.

The door swung open, and Sunwoo marches out, also half naked but ineffective on your psyche. You knew he only came out because he heard Younghoon, not because he finally felt some pity for you.

“16 step skincare routine?” Younghoon says with a sing-song.

“It’s how I keep my face baby-soft, loser.”

“Looks rougher than those basketballs you throw around to me.”

Wordlessly, Sunwoo reaches for the towel around Younghoon’s waist, and pulls it towards him, laughing maniacally as it comes off, and he throws it into the air before exiting the scene. You turn away from both boys, staring off, holding a scream inside your throat.

“Hey,” Younghoon says with a laugh, “Y/N, it’s fine. I had boxers on.”

“Wh–What? Oh.” You bat your eyes until you’re seeing clearly; Younghoon had boxers on, those baggy plaid boxers perfect for lounging around if he were living alone.

You imagined him on the couch, absentmindedly watching the TV, manspreading, the outline of his dick thick and dark in the shadows it casted. He’d reach under the waistband of those boxers, eyes still fixated on the TV in front of him, and start palming his cock, until it grows pink and needy—

You drop your change of clothes you had just thinking of it, and Younghoon looks dumbfounded. As you both reach out to grab them off the carpeted floor, Younghoon’s body ends up so close to you, half naked, almost like a side-hug. You feel his chest against yours, body so warm and real and solid.

He’s so hot. You pull away. “Um, you should shower first,” you offered. “You’re… older, and all.” You ran back to your attic screaming internally.

Brother, you tell yourself, that’s your step brother. Jeez, please, chill out, Y/N!

But you just felt his naked chest against your body, like if he were holding you in bed—

What bed! You groan. You were sitting on the mattress in the attic with your towel and clothes, waiting for Younghoon to finish showering. You willed yourself to not think of what he looked like naked—you’ve already seen enough. A whole lot. And still it wasn’t enough or you?!

“It’s so perfect that Younghoon’s here!” your mom starts to say. You’re confused. Why? “I wouldn’t have trusted you two here, but with your big brother here, maybe me and your stepdad can go on a trip!”

Sunwoo just grunts in response. You’re aghast—not that you didn’t trust Younghoon, but even your mother wouldn’t defend you against Sunwoo’s raids—how would Younghoon?

But the older boy grinned at your two parents. “You two should have fun, mom and appa,” he said. “We’ll take care of the house.”

Your parents were packing for the trip, as they hurriedly booked a hotel with a lakeside view. You sat on the bed in the master bedroom, helping your mother with her luggage. “Do you have to go?” You couldn’t bear thinking about what Sunwoo would be like if some adults weren’t around.

“Younghoon’s here,” your mom assured you.

The said man was currently leading against the door frame talking to his dad about sunglasses, and if they were gonna swim in the lake. You sighed, dreamily staring at him. Just all the fun you couldn’t have… From downstairs, you could hear Sunwoo loudly playing fifa.

“Younghoon’s very responsible,” says your step dad. “He was resident advisor back in college!”

“Nah.” Younghoon scoffed cooly. Since returning to town, he had cut his hair the way wall street brokers do—clean cut, full forehead showing, dark brown hair pushed aside. The perfect son-in-law look, too bad your mother already calls him son. “Resident advisors are assholes on power trips. I was just the guy that helped deal with them.” He grinned, shooting you a look. “Hey, young lady, before I forget, I brought you a present.”

You raise your eyebrow in confusion, gingerly following him out to the former guest room—which was better than Sunwoo’s current one, and big enough for two people. You’d be mad at both brothers, if only Younghoon wasn’t so goddamn nice.

“Here.” He handed you a neatly folded burgundy-brown hoodie, incredibly similar to the one he wears to bed. You couldn’t control yourself from bringing it to your nose, and it smells like him, freshly taken out of his luggage, where it had laid folded next to his cologne and aftershave. So heavenly, boyish, sexy. It felt like hugging him.

“Thanks!” you chirped to Younghoon. “You’re the nicest.” The hoodie was a medium version of the oversized one he wore to bed. It’s disgusting to make a coupling joke with your step brother, so you don’t.

You looked back at the luggage it had come from, and you just… thought of something. Wouldn’t it be so cool, if you could have Younghoon’s actual, well-worn clothes? Like one of his soft giant shirts? Something that was just entirely his?

You’re so stupid. But it’s just a crush—you just needed to get over it. Right?

Well, you thought, if Sunwoo could (allegedly) steal your panties, you could take Younghoon’s shirt.

While Younghoon and Sunwoo had dinner on the empty first floor—your parents had left already, adding to the stillness—you had an amazing idea. A horrible, perverted idea, but amazing nevertheless.

You open the door to Younghoon’s room ajar so it didn’t creak, and rifled through his bag. Where was it, the pristine-bleached white shirt, with the badge on it, that makes Younghoon look like an Abercrombie model? Your hands brush against the cold glass of his cologne, and you bring it out to sniff the top.

Like a creep. At least you weren’t sniffing underwear or something, ew—it was just cologne. Expensive french cologne.

Everything in his luggage was oversized and therefore too conspicuous if you take it away, so you decided to go through his unfolded just-dried laundry, which he had just done. Going through the first couple items… something flimsy and lacey fell out of it.

You thought you knew what it looked like, so you grab it from off the floor. Your panties, the ones you lost. What was it doing here… You felt embarrassed by the thought of Younghoon seeing your panties, so you just pocket it, thinking it got mixed in from the washing machine—ugh! That’s so embarrassing.

Under the pile, you find the white shirt you were looking for, and giddily take it away. He’d just think it had gotten lost somewhere, right?

You take it and threw it up the attic, ready for whatever you were going to do with it. Emphasis on whatever.

You go back downstairs to greet the brothers like nothing happened, you knew you had to do their dishes soon, which you think was your duty—only, Younghoon is pressuring Sunwoo to do them.

“You can’t just not wash your own plate, loser.”

“Why not? I let our dear little sister wash them, all the time,” Sunwoo says with a laugh.

“Sunwoo…” Younghoon sounded like he was losing patience. “Be nice to y/n.”

“No,” Sunwoo retorted, “why should I?”

“You wouldn’t do this if you didn’t like her, though,” Younghoon said in a scolding, all-knowing tone. “If she was ugly you’d leave her alone—you’re too obvious. Have some respect for the person that gave up their room just so you could jack off in it.”

You could see Sunwoo’s face, but from the back you could see that he literally flinched, stepping backwards out of instinct. Younghoon didn’t care. “Now I’ll wash the dishes for tonight, but tomorrow you’ve got no excuses, okay?”

Sunwoo didn’t dare storm away, but he got out of the kitchen as fast as he could; you hid yourself behind the stairs until his footsteps disappeared into your old room.

You felt semi-bad about causing a fight between the brothers, so you gingerly approach Younghoon at the sink, where he was getting the water ready, and offered to fill in for him. “I… usually do those,” you say softly. “Let me?”

“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Younghoon assured you with a smile, “I’ll wash them—or Sunwoo will wash them. For this week, just relax, can you do that for me?”

He reacted to your surprised expression by ruffling your hair like you were a little kid, and then avoided your body to grab the dish-washing gloves.

Can you do that for me? Jesus, it sounds like ‘can you do that for daddy?’ like in every porn you’ve seen before. The way Younghoon stood up for you gave you a knot in your stomach, and not even the bad kind, which you were so concerned about.

Now you feel extra bad for what you were planning to do with his shirt.

~~~

You type in ‘stepbrother’ into the search box, already cringing, toes curled and fists clenched. Eww, you did not want to do this, but your neanderthal brain was telling you otherwise.

The guy in the video is a white guy, so different from Younghoon, but soon he’s feeling up his costar, while she pretends to be unaware. You wondered what you would do if Younghoon did that to you, although he wouldn’t. He was just so clean-cut, and didn't seem to have a hint of perversion in his head.

You started to think of Younghoon’s cock in those plaid boxers again, the thickness of the shaft, the whole head of it, although left to your imagination it grew hot in your mind; you started closing your eyes and teasing your clit with just one finger, thinking more about Younghoon than concentrating on the porn, until it was just a mess of moans to you and it was Younghoon acting it out with you, in your head.

“Yeah, you like your stepbrother’s cock that much?”

You grabbed the shirt now, the fabric thin from being so well-worn, and stuffed the fabric in your mouth, the scent of it—Younghoon’s smell, his detergent and after-shave and just him—around your face reminiscent of what it would be like if he were gagging you, three fingers in your mouth— “shh. You wouldn’t want mom and dad to catch us, would you?” You shivered already, toes curling as the thought of him fills you up the way your fingers filled your cunt up.

With the video still playing, you toyed with yourself mercilessly, as if you were trying to get a rise out of yourself, moans perfectly muffled by the shirt that there was no way either step brother could hear from downstairs.

You came to the thought of Younghoon, his kind eyes turning feral as he watched you this way, hand inside your soaked panties and your pajamas unbuttoned that he could see your chest; you imagined him standing over the mattress, watching like a freakishly tall stalker.

When you open your eyes, he’s not here, and the audio plays blaringly from your headphones as the actors crash into each other, less chemistry than you and Younghoon had. You spit the shirt out of your mouth, his scent still lingering.

“Ah, I love your fat cock!” “Yeah, your tiny cunt is squeezing all my milk out of me—”

You hurriedly close the tab, cringing. Ew, did people actually talk like that during sex? You’d only had it once—the one time you lost your virginity to some kid named Soobin in college—and it was done in complete silence and whispers and coos, nothing like the pornographic monstrosity.

You quickly delete your history from your laptop, in case Sunwoo comes to borrow it again—imagine if he’d found stepbrother porn in your history. He’d get the wrongest idea in the world.

Or what if Sunwoo figured it out? That you were head-over-pussy in love with the older Kim? That would be so fucked up, a new way for him to torment you. You could never let him figure it out.

“I’m having a party,” Sunwoo tells you, as if it wasn’t obvious from the way he was setting up food and beer and one-use cups. He toiled with a beer bottle in one hand, wondering if he should start drinking before anyone even got there. “Just don’t be here because I don’t want my friends making comments about you, or anything. Also, help me set up the chips table first.”

“You’re not in high school anymore, idiot,” you replied, having half a mind to slap the chips bowl out of his hands. But then he’d just make you clean it up. “And I’m not Cinderella to help you with a party I’m not even allowed to go to.”

“Okay, attic rat.” Sunwoo was fluffing up pillows. “Just be gone when they get here, understood?”

You looked around the house—Younghoon had left to meet his friends, and wasn’t there to defend you, and maybe Sunwoo is right, maybe you should haul out, you didn’t want his friends making comments about you, either.

You shot Sunwoo an indignant look, though. “Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s no way to talk to your brother.” He drinks the pre-party beer.

When Younghoon comes home from having coffee with his friends (Jacob and Kevin), it’s late and his house is up in lights and loud with Sunwoo’s new age rap blasting from the speakers, and the smell of alcohol and weed overwhelmed his every sense to the point that he could taste it.

He found his brother smoking with a girl in the back porch, and immediately dragged him back into the house by the nape of his neck, leaving the girl stranded there. “You threw a party?”

“I haven’t had the house to myself since forever—”

“All you gotta do is move out, you sock.” Younghoon looked around the house. “Where’s Y/N? You know if your troublemaker friends see her, it’s gonna be a whole thing.”

“She’s been gone since I told her we were having a party, I think,” says Sunwoo. “I told her to get lost, anyway.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Younghoon chides under his breath, but Sunwoo goes back to drinking his beer out of a used cup like he didn't hear him.

The party was continuing downstairs, and the 2nd floor was more deserted. Sunwoo’s loud rap music seemed to die down slowly as Younghoon got on the 2nd floor… and then started to unlatch the ladder towards the attic.

The sounds muted down completely once he’s in, and he quickly pulled the ladder back up to cover his traces, and also so no one could follow him and interrupt.

He started his routine of rifling through your underwear drawer, last time he got lucky with those pretty pink panties, so now he wanted something else, something just as precious and sweet that makes him cold-sweat from the tension in his lower belly. From the moonlight streaming in from the skylight, he finds a pair of panties, white with a ribbon on them, pretty but cotton instead of lace, and he decides, as good as any other. Younghoon brought it up to his nose, and smelled only the detergent and fabric softener, and not a sense of you.

Needing you desperately, he heads over to the bed, thinking of lying on the same mattress as you, trying to think of what you’d look like all these nights when you touched yourself, whatever you touched yourself to. He crawled on his hands and knees onto the mattress, thumbing over the panties like he would with your skin, until nipples hardened and tight little warm walls twitched.

~~~

You were awoken as you felt movement on the other side of the mattress. You’d fallen into a deep sleep since Sunwoo told you to get lost, thinking you’d crash at a friend’s for the night, but you’d fallen asleep even through the party. Goddamn it. Now who was in your bed?

You rolled over, until you were nose-to-nose with Kim Younghoon himself.

You screamed. “Younghoon?! What are you doing here?” But your bodies were so tangled in your sheets that he couldn’t get away from you, and was in fact actually tied together, you basically on top of him.

“Y—Y/n!”

“What is that you’re holding?” you ask; it’s too small to be a phone. Unless… no way.

Younghoon tries to shake off the feeling, but he’s still frozen in his flight responses, frozen while you touched him and wrestled the fabric out of his fists.

“My panties?!”

Busted. Younghoon’s face was heating up, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark. “I–I was—” he started. “Uh, just… going through your laundry?”

You’re the one frozen now, and Younghoon quickly disentangled himself from the sheets, uncovering the little white mass stuck in the foot of the mattress—holy shit. “Is that my shirt?!”

He picked it up. “It’s stained.” You have no words, so Younghoon looks back at you, grinning maniacally. “Were you being naughty?”

It’s horrible how his entire demeanor could change in a second. Under the blankets, he started to touch you, not even a little shy, grabbing you close by the waist so horribly hot and warm. “Ah, so you were cumming to the thought of me, your step-brother?”

“I—I’m sorry!” you squeaked. “Wait, my panties—are you—are we…?!”

“Do you want me?” Younghoon asks, voice dropping several octaves just so hoarse and sexy. In the dark, he stared at your form with glinting eyes. “I do,” he says when you wouldn’t. “I want you so, so… bad…” His fingers crawled up your bare thighs—you were wearing just a night dress, flimsy and short.

“You don’t even notice me,” you huffed.

Younghoon scoffed it off, although he looked concerned. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, “plus your mom and my dad wouldn’t have liked it if I kept staring at your legs, like Mr. Obvious downstairs. Although, I did stare, when you were just too… juicy to look away from.”

You’re aroused, it showed. “R–really?” you squeaked, trying to keep your hands to yourself. He was still wearing his outside clothes, a button down and actual tailored pants. He smelled like his normal cologne, too.

“You’re a sick, sick, girl, you know? Wanting to be noticed by your step brother…” His free hand cupped your face to make you face him, harsh against your skin. He hummed, as if deriving pleasure just from touching you. “But don’t worry, I won’t punish you or anything. You know I’m the nice one.”

“Younghoon…” Your hands go up to press against his shirt, although not pushing him away, yet.

You hear him hum again, this time with a little giggle. His hand is trailing up your bare thighs, now landing between your legs, at the very core where all the heat and pulsation were coming from… He prods it with just one long middle finger, rubbing against the nub and the slit—although it doesn’t catch your clit to stimulate you, the lewdness of your step dad’s son's hand behind on your bare cunt was doing enough.

“No panties,” he observed with a cocky laugh. “And wet. What, were you dreaming about me?”

You moaned his name again. “Please…” Your hands went to his shirt and grasped onto a bunch of the fabric, like pornstars grabbing on bedsheets. You could feel his heart, and despite his demeanor, it’s pounding so hard in his chest.

“How many fingers do you think you’re ready for?” he asked.

“Um… two.” That’s a good number to start. His fingers are long and thin, but bigger than yours anyway.

“Hmm, you are tight.” He was prodding you with one finger, and when he enters, two fingers in you—it’s almost too tight in you, too much, too soon. Stuffed up inside you, so foreign.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.

Suddenly the door to the attic unlatches, the stairs springing down. Your goddamn attic wasn’t lock-able, from either side. Goddamn it. Younghoon stops everything, his free hand coming up to cup your mouth, eyes wide in alarm. “Shh,” he whispers to you.

It was a couple of Sunwoo’s friends. “I don’t know if I want to go up,” one guy was saying. “There’s spiders, and it’s Kim Sunwoo’s house—who knows what kind of monstrosities he has lying around?”

“You want to do it in his parents’ room?” This was another guy.

Younghoon’s fingers were still inside of you, and slowly, they begin to curl, uncurl, curl… You suppress a moan by biting down on your tongue, but the guttural sounds threatened to spill out of your throat.

To silence you, Younghoon hurriedly planted a kiss to your lips, tongue fighting its way in and taking over yours, when you moan it’s right into his mouth, the sound getting muffled and tortured and he kisses you with more force. His fingers up inside of you are now working faster.

You think you’d scream if he didn’t stop—or also stopped—you shut your legs, but his long, veined arms are persistently still stuck and working between your thighs. When you open your eyes, you see the moonlight catch in his fanged teeth—he’s laughing soundlessly at your plight.

“This is creepy,” the partiers were saying. “I’m high, anyway, I think I’d fall of the ladder if I tried.”

“Right. We’ll go to his parents’ bedroom—if someone hadn’t beat us here.”

Younghoon looked at you, releasing you—both hands now away from you, body pinned against yours. The ladder was still down, the light from down the stairs spilling upwards.

“We should close…” you started to say.

He kissed the back of your ears, one hand pinning your arm down. “Mmm… I like knowing someone could walk in…”

“Hoon, we’re not meant to be doing this, we’ll get in trouble. You’re my step brother.” Now you really sounded like a pornvid reciting its lines.

Younghoon shushed you, parting your legs with his knee. Your bare pussy under his legs, you couldn’t help yourself from grinding against his thigh. “Such a bad girl,” he remarked in a strained voice. “Ah.” He lifted your leg up higher, and took himself out, rubbing the head against your cunt. “You want it?” His voice was still deep from whispering.

You simply nod.

“Use your words…”

“I… I want you to fuck me.”

“Tell me how much of a bad girl you are,” he says, tone still teasingly tantalizing. “Tell me how much you want your big step brother’s cock buried inside you.”

“I want my step brother’s cock in me, I’m so bad. I’m so… hnng, fuck…” You couldn’t reach the bed sheets, so you just grab Younghoon’s shirt again. You were making an untidy mess of his outside clothes, although he still had hair still perfectly parted like for an event, he looks amazing. And he’s inside of you, buried all the way, he zaps his head away from you just to make a guttural grunt. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so bad, you… you know that?” He pulls out, only to slam back in, and you squealed.

“Already? I haven’t even…” He’s now obeying the urgency in your eyes before you can even say ‘faster’. He’s quick and fast and thick and hard in you, and he’s starting to break out in sweat just from the heat of it all.

He tears the rest of the blankets away from your bodies so he could thrust into your pussy easier. You just hear his panting, and just to silence himself, he bites down on your shoulders, and up your neck. You hear “hnngg, yeah~” out of his lips, like he was having a hard time controlling his own pleasure spilling out from him.

You moaned. “Sunwoo’s gonna see these…”

“And think you’re a slut that fucked one of his friends,” Younghoon says. “Is that what you are? A dumb little whore that just spreads her legs for everybody?”

“N—no!” You’re doing everything just to not scream, but it’s excruciating holding it in. “I’m n–not a slut. I’m just a slut for—for you, Hoon…”

Younghoon laughed. “Is that right?”

He switched the position to missionary, holding you underneath him as he pounded your poor cunt, the same way he imagined he would when he was masturbating with your panties. You hear his strained panting again, his lovebites still stinging along your neck. You threw your head back and moaned.

“So, so wet… baby…” It grew sloppier, with sounds of the wetness of your cunt and his precum, disgustingly mixing. Younghoon fucked you harder now, knowing he had to pull out soon. “Fuck… fuck!”

Your hands crawl up from under his shirt, scratching his back. He was so big, every part of him… you sink your nails into his waist. “Ugh, Hoonie…”

He hurriedly took himself out of you, panting, to spill his seed on your stomach. You still had your nightdress on, and the cum got on it, white against white… It’s almost beautiful, a ruin of your innocence. It satisfied Younghoon enough, that he just fell back into the mattress beside you, catching his breath. “I’m… sorry…” he said. “Ugh, I feel like such a bad man.”

You wiped it off your belly with the dress, and then took it off. “No, I liked it,” you reassured him. You put the dress away into the laundry basket, and put on the hoodie that he’d given you, grinning at him. He had his eyes closed, slowly feeling the post-ejeculation clarity.

You crawled over and shut the latch, blocking it with a box so no one could come in. “Seriously, though… Sunwoo might see your hickies,” you say.

“Let him.”

“I don’t want him to call me a slut, to add to everything else he calls me.” There was a truthful sting in your voice that Younghoon felt the pain. He gathered you in his arms, until you were just cradled so tiny in his chest.

“Shh, it’s alright.” Younghoon kissed the side of your face again. “I’ll take care of you, okay? You’ll sleep in my arms tonight.”

“What the hell is that?” Sunwoo demanded at the breakfast table, cups still scattered around the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is what?”

“You got laid last night?”

“Kinda weird that you notice it when you can’t even get your eyes to open from the hangover,” you pointed out, “are you in love with me that much?”

He stuttered. The first time Kim Sunwoo had ever stuttered in his life, although maybe the hangover was giving him a brain fog. “Shut up.”

Younghoon was cutting you strawberries in heart shaped cutters and frying pancakes on another pan. He watched you out of the corner of his eyes, smiling to himself.

“Hey,” Sunwoo whines when Younghoon makes two portions—one for himself and one for you—and leaves him out. “Where’s mine?”

Younghoon pinched your thigh under the table, the way he did last night… you threw your head back and moaned a little from the pain.

“Whatever!” Sunwoo groaned. “I’ll probably just vomit everything back up, anyway—I’m gonna nap.”

As soon as he turned his back, Younghoon inched closer to you on the seat, lips attached to the same place he had sucked hickies on. “This is so fun,” he giggled. “And just the beginning of the whole of it.”

Who wants part 2 where you fuck sunwoo too!! Tell me if i should write it ahahahhaa

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ilwonuu · 2 months

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hi! i love your writing sm! can you write smth for sunwoo from the boyz pretty please, like just anything fluff <3 🤭

yes yes i love the boyz sm!!! let me know who your bias is🤭 (dummy probably sunwoo) guess mine!!! i have multiple…lmfao okay anyways i hope you enjoy thank you for your request MYLOVE

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→ kim sunwoo.

⚞ summary- you go night swimming with your boyfriend.

⚞ warnings-a couple kisses, they’re in their bathing suits, affection, they are very flirty, love talk(cue wayv), they say the L word( not lesbian!!!),lmk what else

⚞ author’s note- happy late valentines day!!! ily all lmk what u thought of this and the new theme💖

you and your boyfriend don’t always break the rules together. but tonight was very different. though you were only break into the hotel pool after hours. not that much of a crime. you and sunwoo were nervous.

he leads the way to the pool you quietly leading behind him. “there’s no one lets go.” he says before grabbing your hand opening the door to the indoor/outdoor pool. “wow its big in here.” he nods quickly taking off his shirt jumping into the pool. he waves you in shortly after. “come on babe its feels nice in here. i want to kiss you.” he pouts. you comply quickly taking off your clothes over your swimsuit.

walking over to the pool getting in slowly. you are trying to ease your way in as slow as need but sunwoo is pretty impatient. he tugs your arm foward so you fall face first in the pool.

he looks so handsome. his hair not falling in his face as much. tan skin against the lights of the pool. he always looks beautiful but he especially does in the moment. you never want it to end. remembering to give him a playful response

“sunwoo. you are mean.” you pretend to cry. he doesn’t even begin to fall for your fake acts. “come here babe.” he says in low whisper you swim over to him.

he is now looking down at you. he pulls your face up closer to his. “hi.” you say nervously. “hi baby.” he chuckles at your nervous state. “your hair looks cute all messy and wet like this.” he smiles rubbing your hair around softly.

you roll your eyes at his actions but you are used to it by now. you pucker your lips at your boyfriend suddenly. him immediately responding, kissing your lips a couple of times. “so cute.” he gives you one big kiss on the forehead. you make a fake gag noise splashing him shortly after.

“you’re annoying.” he splashes you gently. “i love you tho.”

“i love you woo.” he pulls you against his chest. facing him directly. “so pretty.” he pulls you into a gentle kiss.

you melt into his lips for a moment pulling away. he just smiles at you. splashes you one more time before swimming away from you.

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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Sunwoo, 6 & 30 please

(Hi! I hope you like it, forgive me it’s my 1st time writing a royal au! so I did my best huhu)

Morning Glory

Member & Prompts: Kim Sunwoo (TBZ) + 6. “You look so good beneath me.” & 30. “I will never get enough of you.”

Warnings: Fluffy Smut (18+, minors DNI), Royal au! Knight Sunwoo x Princess Fem! Reader, childhood friends to lovers, romantic & unprotected sex (be safe irl!), outdoor sex

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It was an hour before dawn. The morning sky slowly waking up from its slumber, blue hues slowly brightening in the clouds. You were dragged out to by the boy with dark curly hair to join him on his surprise for you. The boy that had been by your side since you were younger, practically your partner in crime and now a knight in training, Sunwoo.

“Can’t I take off this blindfold? Sunwoo, I’m going to trip!”

“Trust me princess, it will be worth all your troubles. Especially on your special day!” He replied.

The both of you often snuck out of the castle walls at dead times, finding different areas to explore and claim as your own. You were always grateful for Sunwoo, without him you would have never appreciated the world around you and would be stuck all day between your princess lessons and just sitting by your windowsill.

You had no idea where Sunwoo was going to bring you today, he gave no hints except tell you to bring a basket that had food and a blanket just incase. You held his hand tightly as he dragged you to where you had to be.

“Watch your step now.” He guides you as you step inside the boat, you knew that because the ground suddenly felt wobbly and heard light splashes of water around you.

“What are you up to this time? C’mon, tell me!”

“No! It’s a surprise. I’ll tickle you if you keep asking.” You giggle at his remark. “Alright, you can sit down now.” You wait patiently as he starts rowing the boat. All you could hear was the sound of water splashing around you and some birds chirping from a distance.

“Okay…we’re here! You can take off the blindfold now.” Sunwoo waits for your reaction in anticipation. You untie the knot of the blindfold and let the cloth fall down on your lap.

Your eyes are met with a flash of white before your eyes slowly adjust to the view in front of you. It was the most beautiful sunrise you’ve ever seen in your life, especially being in the middle of a lake, where the water shines like it’s made of gold from the sun’s glow.

“Sunwoo, this is beautiful! I love it so much! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You throw your arms around him and give him a tight hug, which causes you both to fall down in the boat. You both laugh.

You’re both taken aback by how close your faces are to each other, his figure hovering above yours. Sunwoo’s eyes suddenly travel down to your lips, in awe of how soft they look. You feel his thumb slowly brush your lower lip, making your breath hitch. He leans forward to press his warm plump lips against yours, giving you the feeling of butterflies swarming in your stomach.

His kisses suddenly travel down your neck, kissing your sensitive spot. His hand behind your back slowly snakes it’s way under your dress, fingers slowly gripping your inner thigh.

“Sunwoo…” You moan against his ear. “Hm?” He hums while leaving wet kisses on your neck. “Touch me.” He pulls away from your neck and looks at you, caressing your cheek. You suddenly feel his fingers slip past your undergarments and touch your throbbing core. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“You look so good beneath me.” He says right before kissing you feverishly. You start to hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and feel his trousers going down to his knees, making your core throb even more. Without hesitation he rolls his hips against you, feeling his growing erection. He groans at the friction.

“Sunwoo, please.” You plea. He already knew what you were asking for. He quickly lifts your dress to your waist and removes your undergarments beneath. He aligns his member at your entrance before pushing it inside you.

The immediate stretch making you moan in ecstasy. Your warm silky walls embracing his cock as he passionately makes love to you. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long, princess” he groans. “I will never get enough of you.”

The sounds of your moans quietly muffled by the sound of nature around you. Lost in lust, you both reach your highs together, feeling his warmth gushing inside you. You couldn’t have spent this special day any other way. Sunwoo looks into your eyes lovingly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Happy Birthday, my princess.”

#kim sunwoo #sunwoo #sunwoo smut #tbz smut #tbz fics #tbz scenarios #tbz #tbz hard hours #the boyz drabbles #the boyz hard hours #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz smut #kpop smut

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depressedhouseplant · 19 days

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Just Fucking Write - Day 87

Prompt: If Fight Club and Hunger Games had a baby

Tags: Implied violence, human trafficking (ish?)

“If you’re looking for fireworks, you’ve come to the right place,” the regal looking man opened the door for Changmin and Chanhee.

“Thank you Seonghwa,” Chanhee dipped his head slightly. Seonghwa nodded in return. Changmin didn’t know where to look. The hallway was lit by old fashioned oil lamps on the walls. The carpet felt plush under Changmin’s dress shoes.

“What the hell kind of place is this?” Changmin asked.

“You’ll see,” Chanhee swept up his skirt as they walked into a bright amphitheater. Well dressed patrons were sitting in private boxes sipping champagne and talking among themselves. Chanhee ushered Changmin into a box. Flutes of champagne were waiting for them. Chanhee passed Changmin what looked like a program.

“Pick one you like,” he said. Changmin opened up the small book. There were pictures of men, some of them barely old enough for the moniker, with information like age, weight, height, and then a dollar amount at the bottom.

“What’s this for?” Changmin asked, pointing to the dollar amount under one picture.

“That’s how much they cost,” Chanhee replied. Changmin’s mouth dropped open.

“Okay where in god’s name have you brought me?” he asked.

“You said you wanted to see a show. This is the best show in town,” Chanhee shrugged. “Hurry up and pick one so I can pay.”

“I’m not buying a human being Chanhee. And neither are you,” Changmin started to stand up and Chanhee grabbed his wrist.

“The ones not picked will be executed,” he said.

“Executed? What the hell have you been doing in your free time?” Changmin sat back down.

“They’re prisoners. They can fight their way out but only the ones who’ve been paid for are allowed to fight in the first place,” Chanhee replied.

“What if they lose the fight?” Changmin asked.

“We get our money back. If they win, we get to take the winner home,” Chanhee.

“Why would you bring a prisoner home?” Changmin was still processing the fact that his best friend went to a fight club and bet on humans.

“Where do you think I found Haknyeon,” Chanhee asked. Changmin considered Chanhee’s personal assistant. He had a razor sharp wit and a smile like he knew something you didn’t. “Their crimes vary. Haknyeon was a money launderer.”

“You let a criminal handle your personal life?” Changmin stared.

“I prefer to call it creative accounting,” Chanhee took another sip of champagne. A chime dinged and Changmin looked up. “That’s the five minute warning. Pick one or I’ll do it for you.”

“This is wrong on so many levels,” Changmin flipped through the book and stopped when he saw a picture of a dark haired boy with curly hair and plush lips.

Kim Sunwoo

Age: 25

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 140lbs

Holding price: $50,000

“Him,” Changmin handed the book back to Chanhee.

“Perfect!” he pressed a button on the table and a man in a tuxedo walked over.

“Sirs?” he asked.

“My friend would like to hold this one,” Chanhee pointed to the page Changmin had shown him.

“Excellent choice. Would you like his file?” he asked.

“Please,” Chanhee replied and handed over his black card. Changmin felt nauseous and it wasn’t from the champagne on an empty stomach. The man left with Chanhee’s card and the book.

“File?” Changmin asked.

“It has all the details of their crimes. If you change your mind after reading it then you can pick another one,” Chanhee explained.

“Oh Jesus,” Changmin muttered. The man returned with the file and handed it to Changmin. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. As he flipped through the pages, he found his criminal record.

Sunwoo had been convicted 2 years ago of aggravated assault. The victim was left in critical condition, but eventually recovered. His sentence was a minimum of 15 years.

“Wait, you said they were executed if they lost or didn’t get picked?” Changmin asked. Chanhee nodded. “But this isn’t a death penalty case. Why agree to do this in the first place?”

“High risk, high reward. Though I have to say most of them aren’t very bright. They should just serve their sentences, but I guess this seems like the better option,” Chanhee said. “So are you going to keep him?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Changmin said. Chanhee hit the call button again and finished the transaction with the staff member. Then the amphitheater went dark.

“Welcome to the Cirque de Kooshma. I am your ringmaster Zuho,” a tall dark haired man stepped into the spotlight on the center stage.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #the boyz fanfic #the boyz sunkyu #Sunkyu

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stealanity · 10 months

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we're under a mountain of paperwork.. or simply my wips list !

“ A BILL & A COIN. ” ⋆ p. jongseong

long lenght fic

summary › if there's one thing y/n learned from living in the slums, is that you don't spit on money. so when a good opportunity comes her way, how is she supposed to turn it down? ..but maybe it wasn't her best idea, after all.

pairing › future ceo ! jay x unemployed ! fem reader

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“ DEAR DIARY, WHO'S SPIDERMAN?” ⋆ p. sunghoon

smau

summary › there's a lot in y/n's diary : notes about her chemistry lessons, some of her grandmother's pastry recipes.. but above all — all her incredible theories about the identity of the city's mysterious superhero. but what if her notebook falls into the hands of spiderman himself, without her even knowing it?

pairing › spiderman ! sunghoon x classmate ! fem reader

“ DRUNK IN LOVE. ” ⋆ k. sunwoo

chaptered fic

summary › in which every time you end up seeing kim sunwoo, it's when he's drunk and in love.

genre › strangers to lovers

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“ 30 DAYS TO LOVE. ” ⋆ enha 02line

smau

summary › stuck in her boring life as a college student, y/n needs something to stimulate her. when one of her friends tells her about the "30 days to love" program, she does not hesitate to register and meet three very interesting young men. talk after talk, day after day, to whom will y/n offer her real heart?

pairing › jay x reader, sunghoon x reader, jake x reader

0% done

“ PARTNERS IN CRIME. ” ⋆ l. juyeon, l. hyunjae

long lenght fic

summary › when a drunken evening ends badly, we must quickly find the identity of the culprit who had blood on his hands. but even if all the evidence is against your great nemesis, who is really the one who caused the murder?

pairing › juyeon x reader x hyunjae

85% done

“ CHALLENGE BOX. ” ⋆ p. sunghoon

long lenght fic

summary › their whole friendship was based on this little music box : whoever had it could give the challenge they wanted to the other. all shots are allowed, the game has no limit. but it all ended when one of them had the guts to stop.

genre › childhood friends to lovers to ?

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“ RAIN OF MEMORIES. ” ⋆ s. eric

long lenght fic

summary › after years away from home, y/n finally finds the comforts of his hometown. her mother told her that nothing had changed, but it was just a lie : people's stares and whispers proven otherwise. in the end, the only comfort she finds, is in this translucent and untouchable boy, who seems to follow her everywhere since her return.

pairing › ghost ! eric x human ! reader

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“ ELEVEN. ” ⋆ k. younghoon

long lenght fic

summary › the news broke your heart, but you didn't cry. you promised yourself to complete a list of eleven things to do before saying goodbye to this world you loved. but you didn't expect to receive help from this person who rocked your past memories, clinging to your cold hand as if nothing had changed.

genre › childhood friends to lovers, major character death

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“ SOMEWHERE. ” ⋆ s. eric

long lenght fic

summary › youngjae use to think, as long as he go with the flow, waves of life will take him away from his past memories. but the more he sails on the boat, the more the abyss of his child' soul seems to call for him. even if you were there to take control of his helm.

pairing › kidult ! eric x surfer ! reader

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#📋 — stnty wips.#this is more for me than for you but yea #i needed it to #find motivation to write

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harufluff · 1 year

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Not the Same Love | Profiles

this post only contains profiles of the characters that actually matter to the story. there are other characters but they don't need a full explanation. everything that happens in this series is truly fiction.

series master list

Nishimura Riki

Your best friend of years that since starting this new school you have started to feel new feelings towards him. The reason you don't know. He's always been your goofy best friend that is glued to your hip. What will these new found feelings bring with them as you try to get through school.

Yang Jungwon

One of you and Riki's close friends, and the quiet person in your life that you can trust with your feelings without completely confessing things you don't even know are true. He's the friend that knows almost both sides of the story...

Kim Sunwoo

The loud extrovert that first introduced you and Riki all those years ago. Still being a close friend, he looks after you two and tris to take care of all his juniors.

Park Sunghoon

A little bastard that you both met at school, who happens to be the student council vice president. What will his presence bring? Will it be good or bad?

Sim Jake

Another senior to you and your best friend and the student council president. Overall he comes off as just a happy person that you will enjoy being around campus.

Park Jay

No one sees him too often as he is always goofing around with other seniors alongside his best friend and partner in crime.

Lee Heeseung

The schools playboy. Always messing around with girls, and is always seen with Park Jay.

©Harufluff 2023 | Do not copy, repost, or claim any of my works.

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m3loria · 1 month

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OVERDRAMATIC ! ── ❛ it's salty between the sweet breath ❜. member 004, jung hajoon !

ぅ( FILE ONE ) ## BASIC INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ birth name : kwon jaram. ( 권자람 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal name : jung hajoon. ( 정하준 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ preferred name : hajoon. ( 하준 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ name meanings : jaram. ( of arabic and korean origin, "자" meaning "lets" and "람" meaning "random access memory". ) hajoon. ( of korean origin, "하" meaning "summer" or "great, grand", "준" meaning "talented, handsome". )

̟ ˖ ⁺ nicknames : joon, joonie ( everyone. ) haneul's partner in crime, captain dramatic, summer ray ( meliora, his family. ) ex-husband ( junmin. ) sunflower, flower boy, blossom ( meliora, his family. ) jackie ( his mother. ) ramon ( his father. ) selca king ( his fans. )

̟ ˖ ⁺ date of birth : august 5th, 2000. ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal age : 23 years old. ̟ ˖ ⁺ zodiac sign : leo. ̟ ˖ ⁺ lunar zodiac : dragon.

̟ ˖ ⁺ place of birth : cheongsando island, south korea. ̟ ˖ ⁺ hometown : aewol, jeju city, south korea. ̟ ˖ ⁺ nationality : south korean. ̟ ˖ ⁺ ethnicity : korean. ̟ ˖ ⁺ residences : cheongsando island, south korea. ( 2000 —— 2004 ). aewol, jeju city, south korea. ( 2004 —— 2018 ). seoul, south korea. ( 2018 —— present ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ languages spoken : korean. ( 100% , jeju dialect ). tagalog ( 100% , standard tagalog ). english ( 43% , basic english ). japanese ( 9% , unspecified dialect ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ gender identity : cisgender male. ̟ ˖ ⁺ pronouns : he/him. ̟ ˖ ⁺ romantic orientation : biromantic. ̟ ˖ ⁺ sexual orientation : bisexual. ̟ ˖ ⁺ relationship status : in a relationship.

̟ ˖ ⁺ height : 181 cm ( 5 ft 11 ). ̟ ˖ ⁺ weight : undisclosed. ̟ ˖ ⁺ blood type : a-.

̟ ˖ ⁺ natural eye color : dark brown. ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural hair color : black. ̟ ˖ ⁺ current hair color : black.

̟ ˖ ⁺ body modifications : 1 piercing. ( left ear ). 4 piercings ( right ear ). 2 tattoos.

̟ ˖ ⁺ face claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz). ̟ ˖ ⁺ speaking claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz). ̟ ˖ ⁺ vocal claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz). ̟ ˖ ⁺ dance claim : lee jaehyun (the boyz). ̟ ˖ ⁺ rap claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz).

ぅ( FILE TWO ) ## CAREER INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ stage name : hajoon. ( 하준 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ explanation : it's his name, and he is very proud of his name!

̟ ˖ ⁺ current agencies : louvix audio (2018 —— present). sonata media (2020 —— present). ̟ ˖ ⁺ former agencies : n/a. ̟ ˖ ⁺ training period : 2 years and 7 months. ̟ ˖ ⁺ years active : 2020 —— present. ̟ ˖ ⁺ occupation : rapper. dancer. songwriter. kpop idol.

̟ ˖ ⁺ group : meliora (2020 —— present). ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut date : may 1st, 2020. ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut age : 19 years old. ̟ ˖ ⁺ positions : main rapper, lead dancer.

̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : canary yellow. ( #ffff8f ). ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative emoji : 🌼 ̟ ˖ ⁺ individual fandom name : 튤립 ( the korean word for "tulip", they're one of his favorite flowers )

̟ ˖ ⁺ instagram : junhayz_ ( personal , 1105 posts , 4m followers , 3 following ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ known for : being a theater kid. taking the best selcas in the whole group. going on rants about his celebrity crushes on weverse. being haneul's partner in crime. his flower obsession. literally being the personification of the color yellow. disowning his birth name. complimenting his fansites. his reactions at award shows. always holding his members hands so they don't get lost in crowds. forcing the members to go on roller coasters with him. his enemies to besties storyline with yijun of cherryade. being apart of the beloved comedy line. "i'm funnier than haneul! and DONT look that up!"

ぅ( FILE THREE ) ## PERSONAL INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ analyzing the mbti : entp // debater. is someone with the extraverted, intuitive, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. they tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. they pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.

̟ ˖ ⁺ strengths : quick thinker, adaptability, confident, bold, knowledgeable, energetic. ̟ ˖ ⁺ weaknesses : flightiness, impractical, procrastinator, argumentative, intolerant, disorganized.

̟ ˖ ⁺ family members : father. mother. older sister. ̟ ˖ ⁺ family dynamics : hajoon is close to all of his family, and he loves them more than anything. though he has met his biological mother, he and her don't have much of a relationship. ̟ ˖ ⁺ household history : hajoon was born kwon jaram on august 5, 2000 in cheongsando island, south korea. from the get go, his birth mother has been riddled with various mental issues. he never met his biological father, but he never did really know his mother either. she turned to the not-so-best substances as coping mechanisms for her train wreck of a life, leaving her child in the dust as she did so. hajoon doesn't remember much of his early childhood, but he remembers yelling, a lack of attention, and watching random men come in and out of their house. he knew she was trying her best, really, but every time she looked at him, there was a look of hatred there. it was then that she decided to make a decision. on a july day she packed his things, and the two of them went on a "trip". they would take a ferry to aewol in jeju city and she'd leave him on the doorstep of one of her old friends, she told him to "wait for her", and the only thing the three year old hajoon could do was nod. the only reason he was discovered was because the three jungs would come home and find him just there on their doorstep. upon finding the three year old there, the couple, hanseul and haeun, would be confused as to what exactly was happening. days, weeks, months would go by, but hajoon's birth mother could not be found. haneul and haeun had basically become his parents, and their daughter, hyejin, had basically become the sister he never had. at some point, they felt like they weren't babysitting anymore, they were his parents. so, after a few legal battles and hurtful things said to them by his birth mother, they legally adopted him on november 9, 2004, and they changed his name to jung hajoon. ever since then, they've been his parents, and he never wishes it was ever different.

̟ ˖ ⁺ father : hanseul jung, born july 19 1980 in davao city, the philippines, resides in aewol, jeju city, south korea, employed as a nuclear engineer, father of 2. ̟ ˖ ⁺ mother : jung haeun, born february 23 1980 in aewol, jeju city, south korea, resides in aewol, jeju city, south korea, employed as a hydrologist, mother of 2. ̟ ˖ ⁺ older sister : jung hyejin, born may 10 1999 in aewol, jeju city, south korea, resides in jeju, jeju city, south korea, employed as an athletic trainer.

ぅ( FILE FOUR ) ## TRIVIAL INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ habits & mannerisms : randomly getting chills, making sweater paws, moving his hands while explaining something, always licking his lips even if they aren't dry, touching his ear as if there's an earpiece there even if there isn't, smiling whenever he thinks of an old joke, always racing to get the front seat in the van, snorting when he laughs.

̟ ˖ ⁺ hobbies and skills : orchestrating hangouts with his members, studying stuff he doesn't need to, creative writing, practicing floriography, flower pressing, creating flower bouquets, writing poems about flowers, collecting and making bracelets, acting, directing films.

̟ ˖ ⁺ likes : yellow, daffodils, sunflowers, theater acting, rapping, aesthetically pleasing places, poetry, bright colors, over the top cakes, flower fields, having creative freedom, picnics, wearing yohan's clothes, (yohan's) scented candles, floral jewelry, painting his nails. ̟ ˖ ⁺ dislikes : being called jaram, his parents being referred to as his "adoptive parents", being alone, getting interrupted, cough syrup, scorpions, sailing, getting lost, messing up during practice, being dismissed by people, fireworks, fur coats, crying.

̟ ˖ ⁺ phobias : atychiphobia ( fear of failure ). claustrophobia ( fear of confined spaces ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite colors : pastel yellow, coral. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite seasons : summer, autumn. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite animals : tigers, otters. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite numbers : 119.

̟ ˖ ⁺ personal playlist : i was never there, the weeknd. 911/mr. lonely, tyler the creator. pilot jones, frank ocean. keep ya head up, 2pac. devil by the window, txt. invincible, wayv. hide and seek, cnblue. bitches ain't shit, dr. dre. got the juice, flo milli.

̟ ˖ ⁺ close friends : xiao dejun, liu yangyang, wayv. choi soobin, txt. lee minho, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, stray kids. ot5 artms. bae jinyoung, kim yonghee, cix. yoo jimin, aespa. qiao yijun, cherryade.

ぅ( FILE FIVE ) ## FACTUAL INFORMATION

001 ▬▬ hajoon is well known for having a new celebrity crush everyday. the literal moment he finds a new man to be attracted to he will rant about it on weverse to aponias, his current man-obsession is im siwan.

002 ▬▬ hajoon is brave but in the absolute strangest way, like yeah he has a fear of being stuck in elevators but he'll also walk into a tornado with no issues at all.

003 ▬▬ hajoon is basically meliora's official photographer, he's always taking photos of the members and he's the main member in the photo credits on most meliora posts. according to the members, he takes the best photos, and he carries that sentiment around with pride.

004 ▬▬ hajoon is just SO affectionate and finds platonic relationships so important, but he's the kind of guy that looks like he's in love with his best friends. he constantly states that he's "in love with his members, but in like— a platonic way" because he can't exactly explain it in any other way. his love extends for miles.

005 ▬▬ because of his adoptive father being filipino, hajoon has become very knowledgeable on filipino traditions and has even become fluent in tagalog. despite not being filipino himself, he's often assumed to be. he has been adopted by all the filo aponias.

006 ▬▬ hajoon made sure to keep himself busy during high school. he did basketball, tennis, waterpolo, musical theater, and was even apart of the art club. but he states he only joined the art club because a girl he liked was also in the art club.

007 ▬▬ though hajoon has met his birth mother, he states that they don't have much of a relationship. he doesn't hate her by any means, the two of them just aren't close.

008 ▬▬ hajoon doesn't like it when people use the term "adoptive" to refer to his family. they are quite literally his only actual family, and he doesn't give a shit about blood relations.

009 ▬▬ hajoon only auditioned for louvix audio because his sister convinced him to while they were sightseeing in seoul. he remembers trying to say that he probably wouldn't get in, but when he went back in next week, he indeed did get in.

010 ▬▬ hajoon is very known for his "enemies to evil associates" storyline with yijun of @chcrryade. in the beginning of their "friendship", they couldn't even stand each other, glaring at music shows and being rumored to have had physical altercations after award shows. these days though, their bickering is more of playful, and they commit evil acts to terrorize their members together, skipping through the inkigayo halls arm in arm.

#𓂃٠ LIKE A DÉJÀ VU 𓋰 PROFILES !#𓂃٠ LIKE A DÉJÀ VU 𓋰 HAJOON !#fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fictional idol group #fictional kpop boy group #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop company #fictional kpop group #fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop oc #idol oc #kpop boy group #oc kpop group

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New upcoming muses coming through!!!

U Jin (fc: Kim Sunwoo), 22, he/him, human/merman (verse dependant) - surfer and surf coach, surfboard shaper and a lifeguard, also offers some handyman services when it's not the summer season. Hwayoung's little brother. Overall genuine and positive, although he pretty much came to the conclusion that he and Hwayoung would never find out what exactly happened to their parents and who's behind of it all and made amends with it. I'm thinking of possibly adding a crime verse for him where he ends getting caught up in some shit and starts doing shady stuff behind Hwayoung's back.

Li Bao/Luca Li (fc: Wen Junhui), 28, he/him, vampire - dollmaker & puppeteer, stage and screen actor (mostly on stage). Friend of Yi, the two of which knowing each other from the years Yi was still working on the black market. A walking red flag if his friendship with Yi didn't already make it obvious, although compared to Yi, Luca appears friendlier to people, making it easier for him to manipulate and get whatever he wants while Yi's more distant and blunt most of the time.

Yohan (fc: Kim Sunoo; or sm else, haven't decided yet), 20, he/they, werewolf - voice actor on some occasions and a writer currently trying to find their own style. Brother of Chul and Jakah, the youngest out of all the siblings. Smol but a menace and will fuck you up if you try and test him. He knows about the drama between Chul, Jakah and a few others of his siblings and was like 'Nope, just nope, do not involve me in anything of this, I do not want to be involved in your guys' bullshit and stupidity.' lol, he honestly couldn't understand what the fuck Jakah's issue was at all.

Kate Anh (fc: Jessica Vu), 24, she/her, human - makeup artist and a cosplayer. For the most of her life Kate has always been a little shy and anxious to draw too much attention to herself, but seeing different people doing all sorts of creative things really made her want to try it out for herself. She's still very much an introvert, but gone out of her comfort zone a lot too to do the things she finds fun at conventions, festivals and stuff like that.

#//rose is adding yet another vampire and werewolf muse oh wow what a shocker #misc; ooc #//they'll be put in the others and side characters section since they'll just be test muses for now

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winterchimez · 5 months

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🔎 — the 007 files

James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.

A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉

🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc

🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)

🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!

RULES & REGULATIONS:

↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)

↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members

↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this

↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!

↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.

↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.

↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)

↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)

↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!

↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)

↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!

FILES:

Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez

Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers

Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions

Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou

Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs

Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn

Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies

#🔎 — the 007 files #kpop collab #the boyz #tbz #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz collab #tbz collab #the boyz crime #the boyz angst #the boyz fluff #the boyz suggestive #the boyz smut #the boyz x 007 au #tbz x 007 au #james bond 007 #james bond au #007 au

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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My sin is i zoned out for a bit and out of nowhere I'm horny for Kim Sunwoo. Yup- that's my huge sin and this aint the first time it happened 🛐🛐🛐

I mean imagine getting fuck hard by him 🗿 he's such a menace and I'm crazy enough to love him deeply- sighhhh life is hard man 😩😩

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(ik u have no sloth anon but imma just be UNIQUE🤌)

PLS SUNWOO-‘snndnd just read a bomb ass DELICIOUS sunwoo fic by @friendlyneighborhoodsmutwriter this afternoon. They’re doing heavens work keeping his tag fresh and thriving i-

Loving sunwoo is a sin in and of itself like?? He’s a M E N A C E and he’s so proud of it as well? Nobody should be that sexy its a federal crime 🚷 yes i make the rules✋🏼😩 Hes a living breathing test for all our collective patience fr

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midnightfantasiez · 7 months

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OT11 / Multiple Members

;༊ Kinktober 2023

Lee Sangyeon

;༊ A Litte Care

➸ you have been awfully stressed out with work lately, and your boyfriend notices how it has affected you negatively, so he finally decides to give you some care for the night.

;༊ Pleasure Me

➸ ever since your boyfriend was featured in the latest issue of Men's Health, you have had a serious "problem" that you were sure that nobody was to ever find out about, that is, until you were caught red-handed by your very own boyfriend, Sangyeon.

;༊ A Gift For You

➸ your boyfriend Sangyeon has always treated you so well since you both began your relationship six months prior. it was about time that you returned him the favour by giving him a gift that he would never forget.

;༊ Watch It

➸ you were summoned to stop the crime spree of the renowned group The Boyz by hacking into one of the systems to retrieve information about a specified location before it's too late. what you did not expect was that their leader has been spying on every move you make from the shadows and eventually confronting you about it, which then turns into your biggest nightmare.

;༊ Twisted Love (series)

➸ you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.

Jacob Bae

;༊ Invitation

➸ never would you have thought to have instantly clicked with the one and only idol Jacob Bae, within a short period. when he finally invites you to take a further step in your relationship with one another, how could you possibly refuse?

Kim Younghoon

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Lee Hyunjae

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Lee Juyeon

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Kevin Moon

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Choi Chanhee

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Ji Changmin

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Ju Haknyeon

;༊ Shape Of You

➸ all you wanted to do was to rekindle your passion for pottery, which was the reason you decided to sign up for the newly opened studio near your neighbourhood. what you didn't expect was that the instructor himself turned out to be a dashing young male, and soon you find yourself going back to the lessons for him instead.

Kim Sunwoo

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#masterlist #💫 — writes!#the boyz smut #the boyz x reader

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haet-sal · 1 year

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Dangerous Liaisons //sangyeon, younghoon, sunwoo x reader

Your best friend and partner in crime has a job for you: destroy his step-family’s life, and from the inside out. What can you say? You just never could say no to Sunwoo.

Part One of Bad Person Behavior // Read Part Two Here

Tags: sunwoo x reader smut, daddy!sangyeon x reader smut (1 scene), cute virgin!Younghoon

Warnings: graphic UNPROTECTED S*X, aged up Sangyeon + age gap, bad person behavior, CHEATING, talks about cumming and sex, sex as manipulation

“They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good dad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

W.c.: 11.5k

There was little to hear but the slapping sounds of Sunwoo’s pelvis against your hips, and whenever you got a little too loud, he would grab and bunch up the hair on the back of your head, and push your face down into the mattress—in one of 8 bedrooms in a house with a giant lawn, where no one was around to hear, anyway. He just loved to hear your muffled screams, head buried under his pillows. It sounded tortured. He liked it.

Usually you’d talk. Even if dirty-talking got too old and cringey for you, you’d at least talk about something, a praise from him (“Yeah, that’s my pretty, dirty little slut”) or a request (“tell me you love my cock”/”harder!”) but there were no words spoken today, and there was nothing but his borderline erotic grunts, and your pornographic moans, which you stressed more because you wanted to impress him. “Yes, Sunwoo, yes, please!”

You don’t even know if there’s a smile gracing his features, or if it’s a dead, solemn-toned stare in his eyes. His thrusts are hard, though, an aggression you’ve only seen when he’s cursing at 13-year-olds ingame.

Sunwoo pulls out to finish on your back, after which he just lets go of your legs and plop you back down into the mattress like you were a lifeless doll. You wait for the urgent, fervent kiss on your face which you knew well, because that’s what he always does, but this time he’s not so in the mood. And he, panting, lies face up on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The bliss of those who actually get to finish—you didn’t, though.

“Sunwoo,” you called after he was done catching his breath and you had cleaned up in the bathroom adjacent, “can I sit on your face, please?”

There was a vindictive strength to his thrusts as he was fucking you, and now, watching him in his little world, you thought he looked… preoccupied. If only you didn’t know Kim Sunwoo so well. “Sunwoo,” you called, again: “please?” With one hand guiding his fingers to your cunt, you asked: “please touch me here?”

“Sangyeon. Fucking Sangyeon,” Sunwoo mumbled to himself.

You gave up, the need to get off suddenly gone, replaced by perplexity. You were a bit offended that his mind was on other issues when you were entirely devoted with an arched back on all fours so he could have a better time. All the things you do for him, and… “You’re thinking about that doctor when you’re fucking me!?” Lee Sangyeon—if that’s who Sunwoo’s talking about—was the new doctor at the university clinic, and was making himself quite a name for his looks. You don’t know why Sunwoo would even think of him when you’re trying to make love, though.

“My mom’s new boyfriend,” Sunwoo says with emphasis, “I just don’t like the looks of that guy. He popped the question, just like, 5 months after their blind date.”

“Popped the question, like asked her to be his girlfriend? After 5 months? I kind of like—”

“Asked her to marry him,” Sunwoo clarified.

You gasp, genuinely scandalized. “In 5 months. Without even knowing each other before.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Sunwoo harmonized with you, “and you know my mom’s rich from the settlements, I bet the minute he saw our house, he decided he would propose. And she’s fucking rejoicing that I’m going to have ‘a father’, for ‘once in my life’, when I’m here seething thinking about that fucking swindler. I’m looking out for my mom.”

You looked up into Sunwoo’s giant brown eyes, sympathetic. Sunwoo generally didn’t say many good things about his parents, so you always assumed they weren’t close, but here he was… “Aww, Sunwoo,” you say.

“I have reason to think he’s scamming us, okay? He’s been married before—to another woman, with another son—Kim Younghoon—he studies acting at our uni—what kind of dick studies acting? They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Can’t you help me?” Sunwoo says in a whine, and you laugh it off.

“Me?! How would I do that?”

“If they move in, we can’t fuck as loud anymore. We won’t even be able to fuck in the livingroom, because Younghoon will be practising his stupid scripts.”

You turn to him with a smile, and you see his eyes are trailing down the valley of your breasts, no subtlety anywhere to them. “Well why didn't you say so? Now I’ll be rooting for your mom to not marry this ‘Mr. Lee’.”

“Rooting?” Sunwoo scoffed. “You can’t just offer support and not do anything, when this is a situation that obviously demands your expertise.”

“Mine?” you ask suddenly. “What do you mean? I don’t even know them.”

“Exactly. They don’t know you know me. Which is the reason you’re the perfect person to do this.” Sunwoo inches close to you, whispering into your ear: “You ruin Lee Sangyeon’s life for me, from the inside out. Ruin everything Sangyeon has—and then he leaves my mom, his son hates him, the wedding is off, and we…” He intertwined both his hands with yours, like children playing a game, although you guess that’s exactly what this was. “We can fuck as loud as we want, whenever we want, wherever we want.”

You scoff. “As if we couldn’t just rent a love hotel.”

“You know you love the water pressure in our master bath better.” When you still weren’t convinced, Sunwoo went another direction: “fine, let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good stepdad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

He hoists you up from your waist, and lets you sit on his chest, where you’re locking eyes with him. “You can ride my face now.”

You knew you had little luck trying to seduce him in his own clinic in the daytime, but you thought you’d just first introduce yourself to the doctor, then worm your way into his life. Like a parasite—a parasite who knows everything about their host it’s got almost national-security level information gathering.

You wear your worst high-heels to school on this day, high heels that some distant aunt bought you for your birthday, two sizes bigger than yours, with heels that looked like a breakage liability. You have hated these heels since forever, so it’s not a bad feeling when you fall on your tracks, in the middle of your friend group.

You did fall for real, although on purpose, and it did hurt, but it didn’t hurt that much, or as much as you were screaming about it. Still, your friends crowded around you, one brave Lee Hyunjae scooping you up in his arms into the uni clinic. Perfect job, and you didn’t even need to walk.

You couldn’t seduce him if you weren’t alone, so you send the well-wisher friends off once you enter the clinic, feigning concern that they would be late for their classes.

“It’s fine! You have business law—you need to go to this lecture, remember?!” You patted Hyunjae’s shoulders as you marched him out of the glass doors. “Go, go, I’ll be fine! Call you later!”

Once Hyunjae was gone, you fix your clothes, and then your hair in the full-length mirror in front of the doctor’s office—pulling your skirt even higher up your waist so the skin of your thigh between the skirt and the knee-length socks showed, skin that usually distracts men. The uni clinic isn’t busy, it’s quiet. The receptionist at the front was at lunch, so you count your lucky stars as you walk in—if the doctor is in, you could spend a good amount of time alone together, him tending to your foot.

You knock the door just seconds before you open it without warning. “Doctor Lee, I think I sprained—” you stop in your tracks; there is someone sitting in a doctor’s coat on the desk, but he looks way too young to be a doctor, and also, you know what Sangyeon looks like. This guy looks nothing like him. “Um… you’re not—”

“Sprained ankle?!” The boy stands up to greet you, wordlessly guiding you to sit on the bed. “Don’t worry, I know just what the procedure is—the doctor is out, he’s about to get married and it’s just… busy stuff… lunch with his fiance…”

“Oh,” you say, disappointed, dressed up for nothing.

“But it’s fine!” The faux doctor in the coat says. “Dad says if you can still walk, it’s probably not that serious, so I couldn’t make it worse if I tried. I mean, I think I know enough about non-broken bones…” He pulled out a heat balm patch from the drawers. “You just stick one of these on, don’t you?”

“You’re Younghoon,” you say softly. Sunwoo didn’t mention his new stepbrother was a tall, past-six-feet, carved-by-the-love-goddess-handsome hottie. The kind of boy you would see on magazine covers when you were a kid, the type to stand out even in a sea of other hot people.

He looked up at you, confused. “Uh, how did you—”

Rushing to cover up your blurted mistake, you say quickly: “you’re famous. You’re in the screen-acting class, right? Everybody talks about how handsome you are.”

Although he tried to be bashful, the pride showed. What a loser, you thought to yourself. Easy to impress with a thought train that easily derailed. The perfect little fool.

Younghoon worked patiently at your foot, first taking the sock off tenderly, then pasting the patch on, and then—holy shit, he’s got a crush on you now doesn’t he? —massaging your leg. You don’t shy away, though, because it feels good. Attention from a guy that looks like him always feels good.

Younghoon makes you laugh with a small joke. He tries to pass himself off as a disaster masquerading as a doctor, but you know he only pretended to treat you because your injury was small, and also, he likes you. Any other patient, he would have redirected to the waiting room.

You hold eye contact with him for a longer time that it could be considered romantic. As he helps you put your sock back on, he sees your heel, broken from your staged fall, and digs out sliders from a closet in the office.

“We got these for free, with the hand sanitizers,” he says, “you can keep it—and also have a bottle, if you want.”

You mumble your thanks shyly, you thought he’d like that type of girl, the shy, agreeable, innocent type.

Younghoon actually helps you slip the sliders on. “There we go…” He looks up at you from his position on the floor, like Prince Charming helping Cinderella with the glass shoe.

“Can I take you out sometime?” Younghoon asked.

You’re surprised, although not so much—you were used to guys asking you out, it’s just… You didn’t think it would be Younghoon. “Um,” you say, “...where?”

“Ice cream? Or some cold noodles? You pick.”

Ah, so a small date. It’s funny, Younghoon is older than Sunwoo but asks you out like he’s a sixteen-year-old. Sunwoo takes you out on real dates, at real restaurants—with the reputation and platinum card of his mother getting him in everywhere, but Younghoon…

You actually did want a small meal like cold noodles. “Yeah,” you say. “Sounds great, actually.”

“Great! Call yourself from my phone!” He handed you his Samsung, and you typed your number in and called until the ringing sound resounded through the quiet clinic. Younghoon grinned.

“Great! I’ll text you, so text me back, okay?”

“What do you mean, you didn’t even see him?” Sunwoo demanded. “You didn’t even try?”

“Calm down, I’ll get him next time,” you say.

“New plan,” Sunwoo says, “what if you make Younghoon fall in love with you, but still seduce Sangyeon—then when Younghoon finds out his dad was bumping uglies with the girl he loves—he loses all respect for him, Sangyeon’s proudest moments turn to ash. Doesn’t that sound… optimal?”

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble sadly.

“Of course you can!” Sunwoo grows discomposed. “You’ve got the loser tripping over his two feet in love with you.”

“What if I’m not the type to fall in love with? What if all men want from me is sex?” It’s what you use me for, you think, looking at Sunwoo, but don’t say it. Sunwoo loved you—as a friend. There was no hint of love in the way he treated you, and you wanted something different: you wanted him to sacrifice the world for you, but sometimes it seemed Sunwoo couldn’t even sacrifice his free time to hang out.

But he scoffs. “You can’t possibly hope I’d make you feel better about that. Listen, let Younghoon prove this to you—you can totally make someone fall in love with you, starting with him.”

You crawl on his lap to kiss, but he shoots you down by pushing you back with one finger. “I don’t think so, focus on your powers of seduction.”

“But Sunwoo, I need you,” you whined, usually that gets you everywhere with him. You reach for the buckle of his belt, but he pries your hands off of him.

“You’re pent up,” he corrected you, “it’s good. Use that. No release until you fuck Doctor Lee.”

You decided this time, you’d get actual insight on how to seduce Sangyeon. You weren’t sold on the idea of using Younghoon to further ruin his life, but he was useful.

Younghoon orders himself a small side dish while paying for your more expensive one, no matter how much you insist you’d pay for yourself. “I was looking forward to this,” he says excitedly, which… if only you weren’t wearing that skirt when you first met him. Now he’s hooked.

To get him into talking about his family, you talk about yours first. And then you switch it to him: “and your parents? How were they when you said you wanted to study acting?”

“My mom died when I was a kid,” Younghoon says. “Well, I wasn’t that young, I remember her well—Sangyeon—Doctor Lee—has been the only dad I’ve ever known, we really had a good five or six years together, before my mom passed…”

Dead ex-wife. You mark that down mentally—so Sangyeon’s probably sentimental…

“But I was always acting in plays and helping at the theater since I was a kid,” Younghoon continued, “It’s always been my dream—Sangyeon already saw it coming, I didn’t shock him with the career choice or anything.”

“Hoon,” you call, “Speaking of the man, does your dad… golf or watch sports or something? What does he do?”

“He does… doctor stuff,” Younghoon answered. Great. Doctor stuff! How insightful. “And he watches the Korean national team when they play.” AMAZING INSIGHT, YOUNGHOON! You feel like ripping out your hair, and this innocent-girl persona you have to wear around Younghoon is killing you. You want Sunwoo to fuck you so bad, but he’s literally witholding sex from you, and you’re so pent up you could pounce on someone. But this is the first date with Younghoon and you can’t—ughhhhh.

You miss Sunwoo. He’s the only one that could ever make you feel good.

“Oh!” Younghoon perked up, like he just had an epiphany. “If you’re wondering about my dad, he goes to that one bar a lot, the night before off days.”

Your eyes light up. “Where?!” if you nail this, Sunwoo stops stressing about the wedding, and life can be like normal again…

Attempt #1 (the real one)

This should be the bar.

Actually, there’s no doubt about it. It’s the classic middle-aged doctor bar. You’re surprised it isn’t teeming with Sangyeon-lookalikes, but it fits perfectly. The worst part of it was how classy it seemed, being here alone, dressed skimpily and sitting at the bar makes you look like you’re scoping men out.

As expected, all these ‘classy’ men just want a chance with you, doctors and lawyers and nepotism CEOs introducing themselves to you, one by one—which would be a good deal, if only you weren’t already in love with your best friend but also on a mission to seduce his step father. You ignore all proposals and drink offers until your target enters the bar, an exasperated sigh accompanying his entrance. “Cherry on the rocks. Thanks.”

You’re enough into drinking culture to know that’s too fun of an order for a normal doctor, but you let your hair curtain your face and just focus on your drink.

You’re wearing the pink little tweed skirt that renders Sunwoo thoughtless, and the dim yellow wall-lights of the bar are enough to light the whiteness of your top aglow. You keep nursing your drink, until it’s clear Sangyeon’s not here to make conversation.

You excuse yourself, sliding down the bill plus the tip on the wooden table top, and go to the rest rooms, where you slowly make your appearance seem disheveled, first wiping at your eye until the makeup is streaming, then your lipstick, then pulling at your clothes so it didn’t set right. Then, you go over to the doctor, and ask if you could just talk to him, voice shaking so you look unsettled.

“Did someone hurt you?” Sangyeon asks in concern when you’re in the parking lot. Now changing your demeanor, you just shake your head with a smile.

“I’m just trying to sober up,” you say. “Can you take me somewhere? Safe?”

“Someone scared you, didn’t they?” Sangyeon grows concerned, it’s your first time being so close to the doctor and every worried crease on his face and the crow’s feet on his eyes just suggests he’s simply a kind man. “If you want to sober up, let’s go get juice at the konbini—”

“Nooo,” you whine, insisting: “Somewhere quiet.” Your hand hooked at the first button on his shirt, trailing down the skin. “Your car.”

Sangyeon doesn’t seem to realize the subtext, as he agrees. His car is nice, obviously, he’s a doctor—he lets you in, and you crawl into the backseat, little skirt flying up—just when you sheepishly pretend to fix it, you realize Sangyeon’s eyes haven’t ever wrongly trailed down your legs or even up them once. It seemed as if you being drunk and impaired made him even more respectful towards you.

“You’re a student, aren’t you?” Sangyeon asks, “Do you want me to drive you to the dorms? Or do you live away from our housing?”

You sighed, like you’re tired from your aching head, but it’s really to stall time, trying to think of your next move. You weren't going to ask him to take you back to his—there’s really no basis to that, and you just met. Something told you Sangyeon isn’t the type to take advantage of drunk girls, so you bide your time, head lazily resting on the car seat. “Can I just stay here? Sober up in the car?”

“Alright,” Sangyeon says, lifting your two feet up so you fit in the backseat. He slams the door shut. “I’ll wait out here—I’ll put the heater on, okay?”

Is this guy a saint or something? you text Sunwoo under the seat, and rest your head back on the headrest; you were feigning tipsiness. Eventually Sangyeon does drive you back to your apartment, and you thank him endlessly. Stupid good man.

There’s a giant box of chocolates laid on your desk for your first class. A note attached: had fun at our date❤text me! —YH

Sunwoo still won’t talk to you if it’s not about his recent obsession, so you take any ounce of attention from Younghoon as you can get. You don’t even know how often you’ve been hanging out until it’s 5 a.m. on a weekday and the two of you were still on the phone with each other, talking about all kinds of aspects of life, and also about video games and internet culture. Younghoon wasn’t just a nice distraction, he was also a good friend—although something told you he probably doesn’t want to be just that.

“This is our fifth date,” Younghoon said proudly one night in the street tteokbokki stall. “Seventh, if you count the zoom calls.”

Yeah, you’re fucked.

You see the father-son duo on campus after that, walking together through the grassy knoll during lunch break. You’re sitting with your friends as you looked at them pass by.

“Are you looking at Kim Younghoon?” Juyeon, from your friend group, asks.

You almost roll your eyes—you didn’t have an iota of interest in either man so you wouldn’t look at them if your life depended on it. You just needed to know that man you’re seducing—and apparently your efforts are deflecting.

“Just don’t forget us when he’s a hot-shot actor and you’re living in a mansion together.”

You can’t even begin to explain to Sunwoo that his future father is absolutely uninterested in you, even in skimpy attire. “I was wearing that skirt,” you told him, “the little pink one that makes you thoughtless.”

“Obviously he’s not me,” Sunwoo huffs, “you gotta think like a doctor’s wife.”

“Which your mom is going to be, so should I try out her closet?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunwoo flung a pillow at you. “Do I really have to count that as attempt #1? Really?”

“I was totally up for the taking, Sunwoo, and he didn’t bite!”

“Maybe he’s not into that college-girl-flirting-with-grown-ups look. Maybe try something more sophisticated.”

You’re already out the door to his room, going into his mom’s. You throw open the closet—Sunwoo’s mom lets you borrow her clothes from time to time, so it’s not uncommon. Sunwoo trails after you, not understanding. “What are you doing?”

“I’m meeting Younghoon,” you say. “Again. He asked me out again, and I just… I’m doing this so I can know our enemies better.”

“You’re meeting Younghoon?!” Sunwoo asked, shocked. “When?”

“In… fifteen minutes.”

Suddenly Sunwoo was pushing you against the wall, hurriedly peppering you with kisses.

“Sunwoo!—what are you doing?!”

“Gonna mark you up,” Sunwoo says breathily, but you just weren’t feeling seduced. “Gonna fill you with my cum that it’s dripping out of you when you see him.” He captures your unenthusiastic lips in his, and then the wet kiss trails down to your jawline. “Let’s do it on my mom’s bed.”

You push him away with both hands, and he just stares at you like a wounded puppy. “You said I had to use my pent-up frustrations, remember? Don’t break your own rules.”

You should have taken the chance, though, if only you weren’t too prideful and furtive about getting him back in his own game. When you arrive at Younghoon’s door, you’re horny, dying for just some friction between your legs, and seeing Younghoon’s eager puppy-faced smile made you want him so badly—he’s tall, with long fingers. You knew he could just tear you apart. “I’m so glad you’re here!” he says. “I picked a movie already—I hope you don’t mind—it’s supposed to be good!”

“It’s whatever,” you say passively, before realizing you were supposed to be seducing him, so you force yourself to smile. “It’ll be great, I’m sure I’d love any film you picked!” But he noticed your sulleness prior.

“Is something wrong?” he finally asked, about half an hour into the movie. You’re fidgety and distracted, and every time you cross your legs there’s this… insatiable desire, in the form of skin rubbing against more skin. “Did you not want to come here today?”

“No,” you say passively. Younghoon starts to ramble (is it because i picked a movie without telling you? I’m sorry, is it because you don’t like movies on dates? I’m sorry, is it because my apartment is weird? I was trying to get the cheapest—), you roll your eyes at every apology, pull him in by the collar. “Younghoon, it’s—this.” As Younghoon kept rambling with apologies, you lean over the couch and kiss him, right on the lips, leaving behind a perfect lipstick print when you pull away.

Younghoon chuckled, relieved. “Were you nervous about our first kiss?!” He plants new ones on your lips, over and over again. “That’s so cute! I wanted to kiss you so bad, too!” He plants small kisses on your cheeks, then travels down to your throat and collarbone, and you fix your blouse for him so he could get closer, more access. But when you move yourself to sit on his lap, he freezes, one hand still up your bra.

“Um.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. He’s semi-showing, you can tell, from the tent in his sweatpants, and you’re so ‘pent up’ as Sunwoo calls it, you’d do anything for Younghoon to be in you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, still maintaining your sweet demeanor, but you’re asking so the problem could be solved and you could just fuck—fast.

“It’s just, I’m—I’ve never—” Younghoon was struggling with his words, as if he were bound in his tongue. You understand what he means in a few moments. “Really?” is what you ask, half in shock.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he says sadly.

“You don’t disappoint me.”

“Feels like I already did,” Younghoon huffs, putting his hands over his eyes to cover his face. “By having such a big reputation as an actor and yet being a virgin. You must be disappointed.”

You wish you were getting paid for this, because comforting a big man on still being a virgin was nowhere in your bucketlist, and, also, it’s almost too strange that you thought he had to be acting. But you felt fooled by the emotions in his eyes, although you correct yourself: he’s training to be an actor, of course he has expressive eyes.

You still feel like you’re being fooled, because why would someone like Younghoon be a virgin…? Still, if he’s playing a character, you’re playing a character too. “I am too,” you say, tone insistent that he stops shying away so much.

Younghoon’s eyes suddenly filled with a sudden surprise. “Oh, my God! Really?!” He makes sure there’s space between the two of you, and for extra measure, digs out a blanket and wraps you up in it, as if you had just told him of a deep trauma. “I’m so sorry, I should ask next time! I can’t believe I touched you like that, when—”

“Younghoon,” you say, “I’m just waiting on the right person… Do you think you’re the right person?”

Receiving every implication, Younghoon gulps down on a dry throat, eyes trailing down your clavicle. “Someday,” he says.

You pull him in so he could fall into you, softly, hands pinned on either side of you, but he’s on top and he doesn’t know what to do. “Younghoon, if we can’t do ‘it’ today, can you at least…” you guide his hand to your crotch, which he’s hesitant about. “Can we do this? With your mouth?”

“N–no, I…” He’s not making sense with words but the answer is no.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You know who would actually eat you out, no questions asked? Sunwoo. But Sunwoo’s too stressed to fuck you, and whose fault was that? This father and son.

Younghoon huffed, again, very cutely but you don’t care. “Let’s just kiss in my bed again,” he says, hand already snaking up your shirt. “I want you to be ready for it, okay? I want us both to be ready for it, but tonight isn’t the night.” You finally get the chance to roll your eyes when he kisses you with closed eyes, lips soft but obviously inexperienced.

You kiss him back, pushing him into the mattress and your tongue snaked out into his mouth, and he just welcomes it, but in an innocent way, like he was expecting it but not at the same time.

But whenever things get too hot, he would pull away, smile at you sheepishly, talk about something else, like an audition he’s trying out for or a script he’s reading. You fell asleep in his bed, in his arms, and somewhere beyond the realm of sleep you could feel him kissing your forehead, and then the bed losing the pressure on his side of the bed—he’d gone to sleep in the livingroom.

Attempt #2

Forget that you have a weird relationship with his son. Forget that his future stepson was scheming for you to ruin his marriage. The real question is, where the fuck does Lee Sangyeon get off?

You’ve come into the clinic, you’ve passed by him, with the tiniest skirts that accidentally and inevitably lifted up enough to see your even prettier, tear-worthy panties, and you know everyone else stared, but not him. Maybe he really is in love. But there’s a tactic you haven’t tried before.

Attempt #2 is all about influencing him. As a psychology book you skimmed through but never read once said, people are interested in themselves, never in you.

You’re about to talk the pants off Doctor Sangyeon.

You feign an urgency about your sprained foot, and enter the office, almost into after-hours, and if he recognizes you as the girl from the bar, you’re just going to fake ignorance.

Sangyeon greets you, and asks you for your name and student identity, but as he checks up on your foot, gently, you ease him into conversation.

“You moved just under a year ago,” you said to the doctor, “why our uni?”

“My son was going to school here, and when I saw they were looking for a new clinic doctor—I like supporting Younghoon, being close to him. He’s my pride and joy—I'd support him, even if I had to give up my position at a big hospital.”

“Aww!” you gushed, “And what about your new house? Did you find a nice place?”

“I live in the terraces, on 4th street,” Sangyeon answered, “my son lives in his own apartment–he wouldn’t be caught dead with his dad!”

Alright, you’re getting somewhere, he’s making jokes, you’re alone, this is better than last time.

“So why did you decide to get married?” you finally asked. “I’m actually an acquaintance of Mrs. Kim’s son—he told me you proposed.”

“Well, I met her, and I felt—” When he turns back to you from the clipboard, you’ve discarded your jacket to the side of the bed, and the blouse you borrowed is tight, just the perfect shade of a nude pink that it brings out your skin tone… and your very apparent nipples.

Sangyeon stuttered, his eyes traveling down your neckline, staring at the flimsy white fabric—he could see everything, you knew that. Your little silver pendant dangled from your neck, but the charm disappeared under the little camisole. You know Sangyeon’s staring. You know he’s panting about where that little silver charm goes, the depths he’ll never comprehend unless he’s lifting up your filmsy little silk layer with his hands and saw everything for himself.

“Th—that’s just like my fiance’s,” Sangyeon finally says. “The… blouse…”

You had, indeed, ‘borrowed’ it from Sunwoo’s mom. But he doesn’t need to know that. Slyly, you muster up a grin. “I guess I just am the type of woman you like, Dr. Lee…” Your arms would have snaked around his shoulders so he could kiss you, but you don’t know if he would kiss you back, so you don’t. You wait.

But Sangyeon pulls away and is back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. “Y/N, you’re a friend of my son, aren’t you?”

Flabbergasted, you stare up at him with a dropped jaw. What the hell?

“There hasn’t been a dinner these past weeks that Younghoon doesn’t talk about you—he mentioned your foot injury, I had an idea it was you—if anything, he understated your good looks.”

“Younghoon—” you start. You’re meant to be talking about your blouse to him. About what’s under it. You’re meant to be knee-deep in doctor dick right now, and he wants to talk about his son?

“I’m glad Younghoon likes you, Y/N, you’re a sweet girl.”

You have to tell Sunwoo the new attempt was a failure. As you walk home that evening, your phone pings with iMessage chats.

It’s Younghoon. You’re over it, Sunwoo is the one you wanted to talk to, but you open the chat, and it’s a photoset of him with a poodle. “I’m dog-sitting for Bori lol,” was the caption. He’s infuriating, how much he thinks he’s being cute or coy respecting your conversation. You text Sunwoo, but he doesn’t reply. You guess you’ll just have to wait for the next time he feels he needs you.

“HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS BESTMAN!” Sunwoo yells into the phone. He’s angry, you’ve heard him like this before, and it’s always entertaining, especially when you’re not physically around him. “I asked him, ‘what about your son,’ and he said, ‘you’re both my sons now’—and that idiot Younghoon SMILED at me and AGREED. Fuck. FUCK! Fuck, Y/n, please. Please fucking nail that guy so I can get him out of our lives already, please. Tell me you’re close.”

“Aren’t you just resenting father figures because of your own failed relationship with your father?” you probed. “Maybe you just need to give Daddy Sangyeon a chance.”

“You took a semester in psych, we get it!”

“Ah, but my psych knowledge is what’s going to save you,” you tell Sunwoo. “You see, I’ve tried to seduce him—first with my body, second by playing to his interests, which is something I learnt in psych—people want to talk about their interests, not about yours—but the third try might work: playing his heartstrings. Make him vulnerable and then—” you made a sound with your tongue clicking the top of your mouth, and Sunwoo just sighs on the other end. “I mean, if Sangyeon actually doesn’t fuck me after this, you have to give up and admit he’s a good father.”

“I will,” Sunwoo says. “If he isn’t even half tempted by you, then he must be some kind of saint. I’ll let him marry my mother.” There was a pause. You knew he was hoping that day wouldn’t come. “But Y/N, you actually have to try super hard this time, or it doesn’t count.”

Sangyeon’s heart was basically an impenetrable fortress, and you almost came to the conclusion that maybe he didn’t like girls as young as his son—but you stop your train of thought there, no, Y/n, you can’t doubt yourself, there are no such men—every man in the world wants a hot young piece at his side. Every single one. You can’t just start questioning your life because Dr. Sangyeon rejected you twice.

If Sunwoo was preparing to call you the greatest seducer on this planet, you had to up the game.

Attempt #3. Sangyeon’s shift ends at 5:30. So if you catch him at 5:28… he’d have no choice but to stay overtime, have the nurses go home before him, and you’d have him all alone.

“Doctor Lee?” you asked, head peaking into the office. “Hi, I’m… supposed to have a check-up on my foot?”

“Y/N!” Sangyeon beamed at you. “Come in, this might be just your last visit—Hoonie mentioned you’re walking well again.”

Fucking Younghoon, you cursed to yourself. If he told Sangyeon he likes you, there’s no way Sangyeon will fuck you. But still, you needed to count on your flower power. You entered the room, smiling at him, and asked that he check on your sprained foot, sorry that you’re so late, you just came from the library and lost track of time.

As he checked your foot, you talked about private things, things that could make a grown man cry. “So you’re getting married—don’t you ever miss Younghoon’s mom?”

“Younghoon’s mom…” Sangyeon sighed as the memory seeped into his recollections. “She was beautiful—you’ve seen Younghoon, he gets her looks. I was one year into residency when I met her, and Younghoon was three—so tiny, could only say a few words. I had to work a lot to get him to remember me because I was too busy at the hospital.”

“You’re such a good father, the way you treat him like your own son,” you say. Sangyeon beamed, a bright, side smile. You almost roll your eyes; jesus, was this entire family just so full of praise-thirsty narcissists? “Tell me more about his mom.”

Sangyeon goes on a babble about the golden days with his late wife, the way they raised their little son together, how they became a family, how Younghoon slowly trusted him—all the while, touching you, not in the way you wanted, but soon.

Or so you thought. But the checkup is done and he still hasn’t done anything, not even when you play with the buttons of his shirt and seductively or wave your crossed legs up and down so he could see the color of your panties. This was hopeless… you thought your third attempt was soon over, until you’re walking out of the building with Sangyeon, and it’s pouring, giant fat droplets of rain falling and making rather violent sounds of impact against the roofs and windshields.

This is perfect. Even the weather is on your side. Trying to fool Sangyeon, you tell him you’ll walk to your apartment and immediately ran into the rain, backpack swinging behind you, knowing he will come run after you, no doubt to it.

Soon enough, you hear him call for you. “Y/n! Wait!”

You turn around innocently. “Doctor Lee…?”

“Get in my car,” he says. “You’re not walking, come on.”

Acting bashful, you slowly get in, apologizing that you were so wet. He didn’t seem to catch the subtext. You’re sitting in the backseat, frustratingly so close yet far away from him, and anyway he’s not trying anything–okay, new plan.

“Oh, shit,” you curse, loud enough that he hears you. “Fuck!”

“What is it?”

“I just—I think I dropped my house keys,” you say as you take the keys and bury them in a secret compartment of your bag, and then zip it shut. “Fuck… I’m sorry to bother you, Doctor Lee, but do you mind if I just go home with you? I think my roommate is out tonight—I’ll have to contact her some other way.”

Sangyeon agrees, and soon you’re driving through unfamiliar roads to get to Sangyeon’s flat, the Mugunghwa terraces. The rain doesn’t slow, but at least you’re under the garage, the sounds of the rain seemingly so far away now.

Bori greets you at the door, barking excitedly. You scoop the poodle up in your arms, while Sangyeon gets you a towel to dry yourself. He turns the big light on, perfect—your shirt is completely wet, and it’s a white blouse. You smile to yourself when he turns away, trying to distract himself.

“You should change,” Sangyeon starts, walking off to the bedroom to his closet, but you grab his hand, and not let go.

“Let’s have a drink! I’m in the mood for it.”

With a hesitant look, Sangyeon brings out the good scotch for you. Hospitality, and winning your bet—what a treat.

“Tell me,” you tell the older man, just when you know you had his full attention—to garner more of it, you flip the hair over your shoulder, exposing the valley of supple skin that lead up to your breasts, but he could only dare imagine, from the way your blouse snugly covered everything that would definitely send him over the edge. You’re both on your third glasses, and you can’t wait until he’s drunk in you. “Tell me about your life, Dr. Lee, I want to hear all about it. I know you were lonely, left alone to raise Younghoon like that.” He looked hesitant. “Younghoon was 9, when she passed away, wasn’t he?”

“It was…” Sangyeon unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. “It was difficult. He wouldn’t cry in front of us, but I always heard him sobbing in his room, every single night for years. He’s a good kid, Y/N. He’s so supportive of my new marriage, too…”

You don’t know if he’s mentioning his marriage to remind himself of it, or if you were meant to know he’s spoken for. Well… doesn’t matter to you.

“That must have been terrible,” you tell Sangyeon.

“Well, it was—”

“I mean, no women, just the company of your son? For a full decade?” You can see his eyes trailing down your shorts, and you run your finger over the gleam of the light, right where he was staring. “You must have been so pent up. How did you do it—you must be so good at suppressing your desires.”

“It didn’t seem important—I was a father. I didn’t think women and sex were a priority.”

You guide his hands to hook around your pants, it’s his choice if he wants to pull them off you. Unlike Younghoon, he doesn’t pull away. “It must have been so hard. Are you happy now, with your fiance?” You kneel at his feet, kneading the inside of his thighs until they’re spread for you, and you pull the belt off its buckles slowly. When you throw it over your shoulder, it lands with a clink of the metal.

“Y/n,” Sangyeon breathes your name out. “What are you—”

“I’m not telling.” Fingers crossed. “It’s okay, Doctor Lee, you can just let me take you by the reins…” Your fingers popped the last of his buttons off one by one, until you’re looking at his white singlet underneath. “There, doesn’t it feel good?”

He looks conflicted, and you have a hunch he won’t do it—and if he won’t, then you still win, Sunwoo’s got a good step dad, so…

“We can’t,” Sangyeon says. “Y/n—”

“Younghoon’s a grown-up now, Doctor Lee,” you say softly, inching closer towards him on the couch. “You can choose to prioritize to not suppress yourself anymore.” You’re standing on your knees next to him, as you whisper your next words:

“You can choose me.”

You don’t even know what happened, because suddenly you’re on his lap, he’s kissing you, his hands are on your collar, and before you know to protest, he tears the blouse into two parts, buttons popping off with the sounds of the threads ripping filling the room.

He seems to have become numb to such sounds, as he’s continuing to kiss you, fervently like a mad man. You’re about to gloat that you won, Sunwoo’s right, the wedding isn’t happening—but Sangyeon bites down on your skin between kisses, and all that comes out of you is a loud moan, more dramatic than you’re used to showing with Sunwoo.

The pearl buttons of your blouse scattered on the floor as Sangyeon’s feverishly hot mouth feels every part of you, throat to collarbone to cleavage. His hand was inside your panties, while his other hand supported you from the small of your back.

You start grinding on his crotch, the way you know boys like. Sangyeon simply grunts at the friction, but he bucks his hips up, wordlessly begging for more.

Your lip gloss is all over his collar and face, and the glitter catches the light and shines—it’s all over his eyelids, from you kissing him. You admire your handy work, pulling away, and he stares back at you, before he carries you—legs wrapped around his torso, strong arms securing you close to his chest. You encircle the legs tighter around him, and he grunts, you must feel so small next to him right now.

Sangyeon lays you down in the bedroom, which was good enough, kept clean, a queen-sized bed. A doctor’s bedroom.

“Is this the marriage bed?” you ask. Has he fucked his fiance here?

“She’s never been here,” he answered. “We’re—we don’t want to disturb her son, and I didn’t have the heart to bring her back here.”

So they haven’t done it. No wonder Sangyeon’s so fucking easy, a few drinks down and now all over you. He just needed the right connection. You giggle, you’re in control now—ruined blouse discarded, you’re the only object of his attention, and you tilt your head to the side, feeling his eyes on you, throat to naval.

He’s speechless for a bit, which you find fucking hilarious.

Slowly, you let him crawl up your body, straddling you with his firm thighs on both sides of you—you run your hand up the flesh, no wonder people go crazy for that—then your eyes flicker back towards him, shaky pupils. He’s a little drunk, but he’s a grown up that drinks straight occasionally. If he cheats, it’s a decision.

And to Sunwoo’s pleasure. You realize what you’re doing is just let Sunwoo use your body, in another way—as Sangyeon’s mouth attaches to your bare chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, tonguing lapping at your nipple as if it could kiss back. Faking a moan, you buck your hips up towards him. You’re not so into him, but you’re dying to see what’s under those tailor-fitted outfits.

So you take your chance as soon as he’s lifted himself off you to gawk—first those legs, the sizable, delicious thighs, then his arms, as he hurriedly pulls his shirt off of him. Every part of that body was just beautiful, tan as if carved out of pure gold carats. You’re clenching around on nothing, as you say: “daddy…”

He likes that. As much as Sunwoo would have hated to call him that, Sangyeon likes it. He takes his dilf job very seriously. With a giggle, you kick off the last of your clothing and welcome him in.

So he’s into that, you think to yourself, when Sangyeon grabs both your legs from the feet and hang it over his shoulder, giving him more space and leverage, more grip—with a grunt, he supports himself on the headboard, but you don’t even have the capacity to worry about breaking the bed when he enters you.

Eyes rolled back to your head, all you feel is him, not even the bed moving, or any of the other sensations: just him, hard and deep in you, experienced, knowing, hot. You swear, you’re the one being played when he hits the right parts of you, except of course—Sangyeon doesn’t know you’re here to ruin his life for what it is.

“Tell daddy how much you want him,” he says, hips stuttering and then completely stopping, pulled out of you. A sadistic streak. “Tell me, come on…”

“Please,” you gasp, hands grasping at the sheets as if you had something chaining your body down, when really all this pressure you felt was from the libido. You gasp for air, realizing you had been holding your breath—usually Sunwoo chokes you for this stuff… The lack of air in you gets you sputtering and clenching around his cock, until you’re fucked out and mewling in his arms.

But Sangyeon isn’t Sunwoo. “Daddy,” you whined—he likes that, as you could see his gaze get hotter on you. You can’t wait to tell Sunwoo. “Daddy, I want your fat cock so fucking bad. I want your cock, please, daddy? Please give it to me?”

Sangyeons hands suddenly grip at the nape of your neck, just for leverage, but he looks concentrated, although his head is a little hazy from the liquor. His eyes flicker to yours and then back to your pussy, watching himself enter in real life like a porn POV.

“I love it, daddy!” you scream, this time upping the ante, just so he gets closer to his finish. You’re here for a bet, but it genuinely feels good. You feel his pelvis against your clit with every thrust, and anyway you don’t even need that stimulation, because his cock in you is already everything. You’re already quivering and spasming around him.

“Daddy’s gonna—ah, fuck,” Sangyeon stuttered out between breaths. “Inside.”

Mid-moan, you shake your head. You don’t even need to articulate it verbally for Sangyeon to know exactly how you want it, he simply gets out of you and shoots his cum onto your stomach. You hear a sigh and a gasp as he’s finally allowed to release, and you smile to yourself, feeling the bed dip at your feet. Mission successful.

Mr. Lee cleans you off well, the kind of aftercare you’ve never had from boys your age. It’s only midnight, but you feign tiredness, and Sangyeon’s actually tired from a whole work day, so he lets you sleep in his bed, wordlessly accepting your presence.

You lie awake after that, not because you didn’t feel right about what you did, but because you’re so fucking excited to tell Sunwoo you’ve done it.

Sangyeon sleeps easily, although if he only knew what you were doing with him, he would always sleep with one eye open. You stay until dawn rises, awake with excitement, wondering what Sunwoo must be doing—but still not texting him, you’re afraid Sangyeon will see the conversation on your screen. Bad people have terrible consciences. You do, however, have the guts to take a selfie with him asleep, when the sun had come up and through the curtains.

You leave at dawn, and right before you’re out the door, you swipe Sangyeon’s identity card and lanyard from the hanger beside the door. Now you’ll have proof.

You go to his front door camera, where some poor security guy must be watching for the whole housing unit. You flash a peace sign at the camera, and then do another pose, where you’re flaunting the hickies on your neck, and your blouse with the torn-out buttons, the ripped stocking on your thighs. All the while staring the camera down like you’re lipsyncing in a music video.

For your last pose, you bring out Sangyeon’s lanyard, which you had stolen right off his desk, shoving it straight at the camera. Then you decide to leave, but not before blowing the camera a kiss.

You order a taxi to Sunwoo’s, which he rented you—a premium taxi, more expensive than half your rent. All you needed to text Sunwoo was ‘breakthough. Xx.’

He just rings you in with a button when you get to his house, not bothering to come down the stairs. But you find him anyway, in his room, doing absolutely nothing with his back to the door. “So,” he says. “Breakthrough as in he’s swaying, or breakthrough as in there’s evidence you—” He just turned to you, and an almost-confused expression spread through his features.

“He did that?” he asked, pointing at your torn blouse.

You nodded eagerly, pulling out your phone from your bag. You swiped at the screen until the selfie you took in Sangyeon’s bed showed up, presenting it to Sunwoo. Sangyeon’s asleep in it, in the light of the early dawn.

“You can check his terrace security tapes, too,” you told him. “There’s gotta be photos of him bringing me home, and then me leaving like… this.” You gestured at the state of you, the torn leggings and the button-less blouse.

Sunwoo doubles over with laughter, and he turns to you with brand new eyes. “Send it to me,” he says. “All of it.”

Sunwoo wasted no time, throwing open his closet door and helping you change into one of his giant oversized dark hoodies. With the torn stockings, it almost looks like you’re runway-ready.

You get onto his bed, and you thought you saw him a little indignant as he joined you. You reached for him, trying to kiss him. “Now you show them to your mom, and they call off the wedding… and then it’s you and I, forever, Sunwoo. No pesky step brothers disturbing us…” You reached over and tried to kiss him, tongue swiping at his bottom lip before he pulled back.

“You mean he was inside of you?” Sunwoo scoffs, pushing you off of him, but just lightly and into the mattress—but his next words made you recoil in shame, before you even realized you should be angry. “I’m not touching anywhere those two were.”

You scoff in mock horror from lying down next to him, and felt the urgent need to imitate Cain from the bible. “You asked me to—” you start.

“I can’t even imagine touching you after them,” Sunwoo says, “it’s repulsive. Their hands were all over you.”

“But you said—” you stumbled on your words, the anger getting too much in the way. “You said after I do this, we could be together, in every way we wanted.”

“You know what I figured out these days, Y/N? That you’re just a nymphomaniac with a libido and whoever I asked you to fuck, with whatever reason, you’re going to fuck them. I did you a favor by picking out a father-son duo for you to obsess over.”

You glared at him. “I didn’t fuck your stepfather because I had a libido, dumbass, I fucked him because you asked me to.”

“Yeah? What are you going to say next, that you love me or something?”

You would never use those three words. And you couldn’t say it to Sunwoo, because… with him it’s genuine. You mean it when you say it to him. But now you think the time is right to say it. “I… I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would die for you.”

Sunwoo looked away from you. “I think you’re too broken for me.”

He didn’t need to kick you out—you would leave before it came to that. Always wanted the last laugh. Now with Sunwoo no longer a friend, you realize you had only one person to turn to. You didn’t dare go to him immediately though; you ignore every text, going MIA—until one day when you realize you need someone, something, just to pamper you and make you feel needed again.

Younghoon’s face spreads with a bright joy as soon as he sees your face, and he pronounces your name so happily like a prayer for good weather. But the bleakness in your eyes don’t allude him. “Are you… are you okay?”

“I need you.” Your hands snake around the back of his neck as you kick the door closed behind you, and Younghoon just takes your kiss sheepishly, not doing anything.

“Younghoon,” you say softly, “I think I’m ready—I was always ready, since I met you.” Devious until your last breath, but you weren’t about to admit to him that you’d been wearing a good-girl mask the whole time. If you told him straight up that his future-stepbrother had rejected you…

He looked at you, eyes suddenly so deep and searching, and, damn, his screen-acting classes are paying off, because all this raw emotion just bubbled in the warm depths of his eyes. “You’re sure?” he asked.

You nodded, taking the initiative to undress your own self, discarding your top on the floor. For a second he gawked at the top, as if it were more interesting than your nakedness. Then his eyes come back to yours. “Wow,” he breathes, and then he closes the gap between you two by wrapping his arms around you, an attempt to cover you up with his body.

You quickly get his shirt off, and then your own shorts. Kissing leads to lying down on his couch, but there’s no space there—you fall down onto the rug laid in front of the couch, and it’s just soft enough, you could work with this. Younghoon doesn’t even seem to mind you’re on the floor.

“It’ll be both our first times,” Younghoon says giddily, “I promise I won’t disappoint you, alright?”

You nodded, whatever to appease him and get him out of his pants. So he does, shyly rubbing himself in his boxers, but the mere sight of you has him hard, even without the dragged-out foreplay.

When he takes himself out of his boxers, you gawk. Sunwoo’s the only person you’ve been constantly fucking so far, at least with feeling—and with Younghoon that’s different. Plus, he actually liked and respected you. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.

But you didn’t need him to take the lead. Soon he’s lying on his back on the rug, and you’re the one on top, straddling him but also teasing. You still haven’t stripped completely, and Younghoon was the one with his body being toyed with. “Take off your panties,” he whined. “I wanna see you, I wanna be in you.”

You shot a look at him that makes him lose the brattiness immediately. “Does it hurt?” you say raspily, taking over for his own hand in touching him, and he nods breathlessly. “Want me to make it better?” His breath catches.

“You have to get me wet,” you request. “Do you know how?” Younghoon’s a little hesitant, but you wordlessly show him that you just need his fingers, and his two giant hands pull you towards him, legs spread and on either side of him.

“Here?” Younghoon says, voice barely a whisper. His middle finger touched the hot little button of your clit, and you throw your head back and grown, nodding. “Yes, yes.” He can feel your little clit rolling under him, but he doesn’t know how high the pleasure is—not until you’re touching him, too, and the pressure builds up in him.

You tease him slowly, knowing he’s a virgin and might finish before the fun even starts.

Impatient, Younghoon wastes no time in just getting you with the mere flicks of his fingers—although it was working, it was just too little action. He gets down on the rug, and spits at your cunny, then rubs it along your slit, it’s lewd and gets you even more wetter, the weight of your pleasure is coming: you’re wetter than ever, just enough to take him.

He doesn’t even need to ask you, he lays back down and drag you along the length of his legs, up to his crotch. “Wait,” he stops, “we might need—”

“It’s fine,” you say. You had other means of control installed already, ever since Sunwoo and you started fucking. Younghoon doesn’t protest anymore, except he makes a small sigh of relief as you slowly slide onto him. It’s almost just too soft-sounding for his first time, so you giggle a little. “It’s alright, Hoon, you can make any sounds you want.”

“I—” He slips into a loud moan, as you ease around him, feeling your walls from the inside. His moans turn into certain-pitched ‘oh’s as soon as you started to rock yourself on him, riding him. The fun was just beginning, you hadn’t even begun to ride him properly yet.

Like a fair ride gaining momentum, the roll of your hips started to become impossible to comprehend to him, never expecting the next height of pleasure—and yet you still take him there. Younghoon’s head lolls to the side, he’s dizzy, and it doesn’t matter if he has his eyes opened, or closed—he sees those blue-and-yellow lights spinning in his vision, like he’s really riding a rollercoaster.

Your hips collide with his pelvis as harshly and powerfully as they can, and then you collapse on him, arms holding you up as you press both hands down on his bare chest. Younghoon’s still seeing stars and carousel lights, but with the stutter and squirming of his hips, you know he’s almost there, just doesn’t know it.

“You can’t cum yet,” you tell him. “It’s too soon, I know you’re not used to it, but hold on, okay?”

He nods adamantly. Yes, yesyesyes—he doesn’t say anything, too concentrated on holding his pleasure. Eyes closed in complete concentration.

You grasp his face by the cheeks, asking that he looks at you in the eyes, and when he does you see his eyes are clouded over, it’s almost hilarious how much of a dumb little fucked out hentai look he has. “Speak, if you can hear me,” you tell him.

“Will you—” he pants as he says this, he can’t multitask, get out the words he wants to say while still not trying to cum. He takes a moment to squirm again, but can't escape you. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?”

He resumes his thrusts again, and you almost lose all inhibition, it would be inane to not say yes, when he’s playing you this way. “Yes!” You screamed, hands gripping his shoulders. You arch your back and moan again.

“Yes what?!” Younghoon makes you scream this time, this had become an evenly-advantaged game. But his hands snake to the back of your head, bunching up the hair in a fist that it was almost reminiscent of Sunwoo’s fingers, filling you with an indignant longing.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend!” you say in-between moans, and it could be heard out the open window. Younghoon stared up at you, satisfied.

“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

You rang the doorbell, standing on the welcome mat before Younghoon’s front door. You knew exactly everything about his apartment now: the extra key on the underside of the mat, where a little pouch was sewed in; the window that didn’t open unless you pushed it a certain way; the half-missing bedframe you had to be careful around. You knew Younghoon so horribly well, from his apartment to his feelings to his body. That you knew the most about, every constellation of moles and secret spots that made him shiver…

You’ve never been so in love before. Although you could say you’re using him as a rebound from Sunwoo, it’s different. You know Younghoon treats you well, better than… him.

It’s been almost 4 months since you last saw Sunwoo, anyway, and you’re thinking maybe he’s changed his mind about ruining his mom’s wedding—it hadn’t happened yet, although it was scheduled to be next month. You don’t know what you’re going to do when Younghoon wants you to be a plus-one at the wedding of the guy you fucked, but you could go on, you could pretend.

But when the door opens, it’s not Younghoon.

“Sunwoo,” you spoke. Then you hear it: three other people, one voice which you recognized to be Mrs. Kim, speaking. From the dining table. You back away slowly, staring in horror at Sunwoo, who only had the same playful glint in his eyes. You knew that look well: when there’s only 2 minutes left in his game and his team is one goal up; when he’s halfway through a race and the others are all only tailing him; when he takes off your panties. Smug, telling. He won. Like always.

“Well come in!” He grabs your hand before you could run away, pulling you into the apartment. “We’re all dying to meet Younghoon’s girlfriend.”

With wide-eyes, you enter the dining room, dragged behind Sunwoo, and your eyes immediately fall on Younghoon, screaming for help silently, but he just grins at you. “Hey! What are you doing here? Is it a surprise?”

Sunwoo smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear: “you didn’t actually think the text to come here was from him, did you?”

“Sit down!” Younghoon says, patting the seat beside him. “Come here!” He quickly saw your eyes, which were like deers in the headlights, alarmed. “What’s wrong, baby?

“Hoon,” you begged, trying to pull him out of the room. “Hoon, please? I don’t want to. I don’t want to stay here, I think we should go.”

While Younghoon tried to calm you down, the smart TV in the living room suddenly lit up with the white light that said it was on. Connected to Sunwoo’s iPhone, came the robotic voice, and you almost scream. You grasp Younghoon’s arm, nails sinking in, but when you try to tell him to leave, no sound comes out.

A black-and-white security footage starts to play. “Oh, shit, did I air-drop that?!” Sunwoo laughed. “Well, I guess we just have to watch it—mom! Come here and look!”

You feel like you’re watching one of those found-footage horror movies as you watch your own self on the TV—Sunwoo got the front gate security tape, how the fuck?!—posing towards the camera, with a peace sign. Mrs. Kim comes out to see, and so does Younghoon, but you know Sangyeon’s watching from a distance, stopping in his tracks.

“Is that my dad’s apartment?” Younghoon asked. “When did you—” His expression turns into a horrified display of the widest you’ve seen his eyes, when you remove Sangyeon’s lanyard from the camera’s view, and they all see your torn up clothes and fucked-out hair.

The projection turns to the selfie you took, a shirtless Sangyeon and your plump, freshly-kissed lips. Your blood runs cold, as everybody starts to understand what this was.

You rush to the TV and push down the power button, but the multiple clicks make it overwhelmed in commands, and it won’t shut off. “Y/n!” Sunwoo called, “we haven’t gotten to the best part.”

Suddenly your voice echoed throughout the sound systems, as you spoke: “I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would d—”

You scream as you pull the plug out of the wall socket, and even with the TV a blank darkness now, you’re still screwed. You put your head in your hands, still screaming.

Younghoon’s the first to stand up, with closed fists, as he stared down nobody but his father. “I loved her,” he says with gritted teeth. “How. Could. You?”

But Sangyeon’s busy trying to calm down his fiance, who was frantic and trying to wring the engagement ring off of her fingers. “That girl’s the age of our sons!” she was saying. “What in the hell is wrong with you?!

Younghoon grabs Sangyeon’s collar to get his attention, and when the older man’s eyes snap to his, he spits out with hatred: “you’re not my fucking father anymore, do you hear me?” He releases the collar, basically shoving Sangyeon backwards.

You watch the commotion happen, the half-drunk family going ballistic. Meanwhile, Sunwoo poured himself more liquor.

“You’re probably wondering why I rejected you so harshly that day,” Sunwoo says, approaching you only. “It was to get that confession—that raw, unadulterated love confession. I know you love me, Y/n—but does Younghoon?” When all you do is stare up at him, Sunwoo delivers you another smile, and another glass of champagne. His mother’s screaming could be heard from the parking lot, 5 floors down, but he doesn’t care. After tonight, no more pesky wedding planning and step families… although he did somehow lose you in the process, but you’re you. You’ll always crawl back to him. It’s like throwing a boomerang, or shooting an arrow. He knows exactly where you’ll land.

“You know, I expected you to get all sentimental with me, but—you ran straight to that guy, really? Signed yourself off for a lie of a relationship? Oh, well, just hurts more for him–guess I should thank you, huh?” Sunwoo clinked his glass with yours, a sound drowned out by the loud crashing of the sauce bowl falling off the dining room table. “Oh! Who’s gonna pay for that? Certainly not me and my mom, we’re out of here.”

With a laugh, he takes the front door out of the apartment, purposely leaving the door open when he leaves so the entire flat could hear them better.

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